A conversation with elements

Through shades of virescent wrapped in cerulean blankets he trudged, an effort of the individual.
Pausing at this semi-vein of the mountain, a meandering vessel of nature’s essence.
Cool and refreshing to his weary hands and sought comfort on his skin.

A removal of people and their machines, flanked by love, withdrawal into the origin of solitude.
Swept away by the persuasive subtle whispers of the wind. She speaks to him, says his name.
The landscape cradles, cares for his shape. A manger of space perfectly formed.
An indulgence in vice, unwatched, unobserved.
Here eyes do not see, cannot scrutinise contemplation.

Sounds filter, the babbling water trickles from the spring in his mind, down his spine, welling up inside him.
Pale blue coloured iris, nature’s mirror. The haze has left him now, it resides instead atop the mountain that guards.
Anchored in the futility of fate, the boy takes steps to retaliate. Oxygen everywhere, thoughts flow free.
His mind navigates the topography of her body, the hills & hollows of ecstasy. Such tempting terrain.

His upward gaze cannot focus on infinity, this pleases him, unbound by expectation.
Winged ones bemuse over his intent.
A connection between what gives foundation and what we aspire to be, forces pulling from the earth’s core.
An attempt to keep him grounded?

It rains now, nature bleeds, just like him, a seeping of words.
He reads pages once written by her side, they feel like her, smooth, warm.
Ink runs, trickles away, flows from the page into him, just like her.
A conversation with elements, most careful listeners.

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~ by Paul McGovern on July 4, 2011.

4 Responses to “A conversation with elements”

  1. So visual, so tangible. Here is how you write – so clearly with vivid descriptions that enter my minds eye with ease. I felt like I was walking through this poem as I read it. Beautiful.

    ‘It rains now, nature bleeds, just like him, a seeping of words.
    He reads pages once written by her side, they feel like her, smooth, warm.
    Ink runs, trickles away, flows from the page into him, just like her.
    A conversation with elements, most careful listeners.’

    I love this last part so much. I can’t say anything other than that. It’s just wonderful. Another exquisite piece of writing. I look forward, as always, to more.

  2. Oh Paul!
    This is just the most decadent, luscious writing…
    Reading this I felt my soul become cupped in the palm of your words-so tangible that I could almost hear their heart beating.
    The construction of your words, the beautiful weaving in of them to others is entirely intoxicating.

    ‘The landscape cradles, cares for his shape. A manger of space perfectly formed’

    Lord…reading your poetry is like taking the deepest dive from the highest peak; plunging into an ocean that is all at once cool and vast and magnificent.

    Thank you.

  3. Thank you both for wonderful comments, they mean the world to me. Such insight and beauty from two wonderful wordy women.

  4. “Anchored in the futility of fate, the boy takes steps to retaliate.”
    phenomenal. This is a novel to me. Brilliant.

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