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Title: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: CoryTDF on August 17, 2017, 09:12:29 AM

Ascent
Brown dirt turned gold against the sun floats upon the air spiraling upwards to the sky in its attempt to hit the heavens.

The clumsy thump of rubber against the earth provides the drum beat for the ritual. Volcanic rock once smooth and viscus now crumbles and grinds into the crevasses of both boot and boulder.

Green mosaics transition into rolling gold and ferocious jagged speckled grey and black flecked monoliths.

The climb, he loves the climb as it brings him up, clears his head. He hates to be down. Hard fought breaths of clean thin air push out the funk of modern times.
His joints pop and his body groans as they are the demons of a sedentary life and they protest the ascent to heaven.

He thirsts for purity and simplicity, his mouth is as dry as his spirit. She sees him and she bubbles forth a cool clean elixir from inside her soul.

He captures it in vessels drinking down her lifeblood, the elixir of earth. He fills himself and washes clean the toxic filth of techno-dependency.

Each step is hypnotic and simple. There is a purity in the pain that comes with the burning in his lungs. The salty sweat pours out now the product of tens of thousands of steps against the force of gravity.
 
The valiant fight for day is over and the light retreats to the western edge of the horizon. His pupils growing larger as the fire reflected in them fades.

The sweeping chill of death sweeps across his face as the world becomes dark. The pitiful corps of daily stress sings its swan song as it is swept away through the pines.
 
He fades to await the coming of the light. He has been unplugged. He has been rebooted. He has been set free.


By CoryTDF
Title: Re: Felt like writing the other day.
Post by: quadrafire on August 17, 2017, 09:17:04 AM
I feel better today after reading that. Thanks
Title: Re: Felt like writing the other day.
Post by: CoryTDF on August 17, 2017, 09:20:40 AM
I feel better today after reading that. Thanks

You're welcomed. Glad you enjoyed it. My office job often makes me think about getting outside. Every time that i am able to get away to the hills I feel better. So, this was fun for my to write. Probably the only poetic thing I've Ever don't that had any real emotion behind it.
Title: Re: Felt like writing the other day.
Post by: quadrafire on August 17, 2017, 09:22:19 AM
you've got a gift, you might want to keep it up :tup:
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: 2MANY on August 17, 2017, 09:55:42 AM
I resemble that Cory except that person is probably in better shape. :)
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: CoryTDF on August 17, 2017, 01:01:49 PM
I resemble that Cory except that person is probably in better shape. :)

Well, he is working on it anyway. LOL
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: kellama2001 on August 17, 2017, 02:35:54 PM
That was amazing to read! Very sensory evoking, it gave me chills. Thanks for sharing  :tup:
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: CoryTDF on August 18, 2017, 10:02:57 AM
That was amazing to read! Very sensory evoking, it gave me chills. Thanks for sharing  :tup:

Thank you.
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: pygmy1985 on August 18, 2017, 11:19:27 AM
I like the coming full circle, although you may not have meant this:

The clumsy thump of rubber against the earth provides the drum beat for the ritual. Volcanic rock once smooth and viscus now crumbles and grinds into the crevasses of both boot and boulder.

.....
 
He fades to await the coming of the light. He has been unplugged. He has been rebooted. He has been set free.
Nice writing!
Tom
Title: Re: Poem to get your head out of the office.
Post by: CoryTDF on August 18, 2017, 01:23:02 PM
I like the coming full circle, although you may not have meant this:

The clumsy thump of rubber against the earth provides the drum beat for the ritual. Volcanic rock once smooth and viscus now crumbles and grinds into the crevasses of both boot and boulder.

.....
 
He fades to await the coming of the light. He has been unplugged. He has been rebooted. He has been set free.
Nice writing!
Tom

Thanks, didn't make that connection honestly but I see what you did there. :tup:
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