All things born must eventually die, withering in decay. What is the value of living if there is no risk of loss? What is the joy to be gathered from the most beautiful smile if it might never fade? What is the ecstasy of being if not eventually to be undone?
There is still beauty in decay. Pain to be clutched, tears to be licked, madness to be grasped and devoured. All things with breath must twist in torment, scream in agony and pain, heave a final sigh when crushed below the heel of perfection.
A blossom that has bloomed must wilt. Laughter heard on the breeze fades to silence. Brightness tarnishes with time.
Time kills all things of beauty, time and the beauty that exists within it. Destiny sees to its demise. One thing certain in this found life, time will see it trampled to ruin.
But time does not bear all the blame. For time will only do with it what you will. When that time has been shattered, there is only one other to thank, and I thank this other fully. Knowing her like no other, wishing not to know her at all, living this life in a decrepit box, who else could be to blame? Yes, I speak of me.
My choices all, made with only one regret – time. A vicious circle, this I know as well. Disbelief, shocking pain, trembling in fear – broken, always broken, never unbroken.
I am to blame for all that has decayed, all I have allowed to wither, all I have wished for that has wilted – the blossom trampled before its time. Time’s accomplice – truth; wielded as my weapon, held weak as my shield, ignorance in believing… but the believing of immeasurable worth, the cost: only yet one more piece torn away. I give it willingly; I cherish its meaning and cannot diminish its loss with regret.
Time I thought to lay the blame upon, but time was only doing its lot. I am all that is left to blame, so I thank myself for all that may have been lost.
Nina D'Arcangela
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September 9th, 2012 at 6:24 pm
Poetic word, Nina. They go some way towards explaining your love of graveyards!
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September 10th, 2012 at 10:43 am
They were just words spinning in my head – no structure or reason, they just wanted out… ;}
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September 12th, 2012 at 9:18 am
Thoughtful and so true
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September 12th, 2012 at 11:32 am
Thank you Leslie… this one began as random thoughts and coalesced into this ‘spew’. And thank you very much for the Blog Award!!
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September 12th, 2012 at 11:19 am
Powerful and poetic words. You say they have no reason, but I see such deep meaning between these lines. Time is the essence of all things. There IS beauty in decay…and in opportunities lost. The beauty is, looking back on such things, we can use those squandered moments to motivate us and drive us in the future. Mistakes are only made once. Anything after that is a choice.
Enthralling as always!
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September 12th, 2012 at 11:36 am
So very true Adri. My mind often tells me things I don’t wish to ‘hear’, though already know. I call them ramblings, but they are really deep set feeling that surface through pain when I’m least expecting it. Thank you for appreciating my words!
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September 14th, 2012 at 4:29 pm
First my apologies, Nina, for with my daughter beginning school I somehow missed this post.
As usual, reading your prose becomes an experience for me; so deftly you dip your brush into your heart & paint canvas that it feels as though my own veins spill with you. That is such a rarity, even beyond the art of storytelling – it is the gift of emotion sharing. You leave me wondering always just whose blood has been spilled, what part is “rambling” and what darker part is the dissection of yourself. Although I assume that for me, as well as other readers, it is not for us to answer.
You narrate concisely, coldly & cruelly. A true assassin of your craft.
True, all things born must eventually die. But time does nothing to diminish its impact. Unwittingly, time serves to immortalize as well.
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September 14th, 2012 at 10:39 pm
Hey Joe – I read your post about your youngling starting school, no need for apologies! Thank you yet again for appreciating my words. I’m not sure I would agree with coldly or cruelly delivered though – the truth is the truth, sometimes couched in pretty words, sometimes spoken plainly. Buts since I dig the idea of being a Ninja Assassin, I’ll say thanks again. Now, where did I leave that Damned sword! ;}
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September 18th, 2012 at 3:10 pm
Hey, wanted to thank you big time for all the retweeting you’ve been doing lately. And thank you for this, it’s very poignant and timely right about now. Summer’s over and people close to me are losing people close to them. Life is so precious… but that’s the point isn’t it? Seize it while it lasts!
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September 18th, 2012 at 4:38 pm
It’s always a pleasure to visit your blog and tweet out the (awesomely) cool stuff you come across. And I want to make sure all my FB followers that picked up on Whiskey Delta keep up with it.
I’m sorry to hear that people who are close to you are losing loved ones, but you are right – harsh as the sentiment is, death is the perfect reason to celebrate life every moment that you can!
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September 18th, 2012 at 3:44 pm
You’ve got it 🙂
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September 18th, 2012 at 5:38 pm
🙂
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