(In)discriminate — original writing and photos

[d-pend]

(In)discriminate
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original writing and photos
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(In)discriminate

Where the paths are rough with leaves, strewn with acorns and debris — a sky river descends to cleanse, destroy — indiscriminately. Old wounds, their dressings stripped by rain, now throb in dim, grey light. I shiver from an inner fever: watch the roiling clouds sweep o'er the hills. I — who crouch within humble abode — silent stay and glance through dirty glass. Where windows of my hovel are time-choked by grime and smoke, smooth droplets wend their wild way in rivulets.

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All is quiet, under shelter, bleak with muted hope:
fervently awaiting to be cleansed — immortal hand,
come sweep the floor and ope the blinds I sit behind.

Rouse me from paralysis' sleep: bestow new blood
to still-beating breast and clear my bleary sight:
do no more — but restore — and remind.

I used to have a looking-glass, through which I could behold you:
a lens of youth, honed feelingly on features ne'er-fading.
My fingers smudged the lens, my hands began to shake;
finally, I dropped the fragile instrument on stone.

I stared upon the shards, I, numb with nervine shock
until the sharp destruction was full etched into mind's eye.
Sun rose and gently set; night came without a word —
I fancied I saw constellations glassily absurd
within the dregs.

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Fragments overlay my pristine vision to distort majestic beauty of the countenance soft-crafted by a hand not of this realm. A mirror-mocking funhouse then makes hideous the mein of being strange, unrecognizable, grown thin — who once was clearly me. It cannot be that I can mend this image cast in iron pain — then let the evening take me; then descend the indiscriminate rain! And I will seek not shelter, but let the droplets wend their wild way in rivulets over the broken body of my past in rust and sooty streaks.

That being in halt-stuttered step, I watched grasp blind-and-desperately. It breathed but shallowly, hovered menacing, a purgatorial road of false-made obstacles expanding to horizon sorrow-laid. From without, all still and calm — within, rages the journeyed storm. Each stumble, but half-hearted — a body buffeted by wind, yet falling not — the dark dispersed with every further step. Again the light recedes. I refrain an inner, soulful song to smooth the rocky path made rough with fallen leaves, all strewn with acorns and debris in front of me.

Sky river, now descend to cleanse — destroy discriminately.

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This post is original content created by Daniel Pendergraft / @d-pend
to be published on blockchain on March 19, 2020.

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Note

What an interesting month it has been so far, to say the least! It has rained off and on here in McKinney for many days now. I stopped by part of the old railroad in Allen on Monday and took the pictures in this post. I plan to make more excursions to the places where the rails have been dismantled from the roads — they are no longer in use.

Whatever happens in the future, I know that I will remain connected to each of you — somehow, someway. The structures that allow us to connect have meaning only so long as they fulfill that role. They are destined to rise, change, be abolished, and again renewed in another guise. Again the sun will set, again rise along our road. The lighting varies on the forms who pass, depending on the time. What varies not: the offer of my hand to the companions whose presence makes the journey light.

Yours,
@d-pend

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Comments

[quillfire]

@d-pend,

What varies not: the offer of my hand to the companions whose presence makes the journey light.

Great post. Nice close.

Dan, tech question: How are you getting 11 tags on your posts?

Quill

[d-pend]

Hey Quill, I'm using http://peakd.com and selecting a community to post in at the top left (btw, go subscribe to Powerhouse Creatives and whatever else you find interesting under communities, not sure if you were here when that changed) and then adding the normal ten tags at the bottom. I believe only the first five are actually used for sorting and displaying the post in topics, however. If you've "subscribed" to a community then you'll have the option to post there in the way I mentioned on Peakd.

[quillfire]

OK, I'm on Peakd now. I'll start playing around. Thanks mate.

Quill

[saraheasy]

it's really creative