 Lady E 2008-07-07 . chapter 1The yearning, the striving, the struggle to keep moving forward - can one not be moved? I saw this poem in a film scene: a montage of close shots (the bursting flowers, a concrete floor and composite world, a blanket of lead, indentations), followed by an abrupt zooming out to the trail of crimson flowers and the road ahead. It's the small moments that matter when it comes to perseverance, and it's those moments that build the epic. A very proud poem, with images of struggle and weariness and a triumph in battling through the suffering.
I love your imagery, particularly that of debris falling from cracked, indented skin. Inspiring! :)
Typo alert: There's an extra y in "they indentations remain" |