"Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder."
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
The fire skipped up from a flat long board to a dead branch hanging maybe three inches above. The flames hungered for the twisted, brown, dead leaves curled up at the end of sticks barely old enough to be alive. The thin gray wood warped under the heat.
The flames caught the leaves with greedy crackles snapping out as it swallowed up the lingering bits of moisture holding its place hoping that life and growth may soon again come.
The leaves blackened slowly from the stem on up. For an instant, they held their shape and form wanting to be remembered that way before crumbling and either falling into the ashes or blowing away in the wind.
Eventually the long flat board cracked and disappeared. The small fire burned the rest down into a pile of flaky ash and forgotten form.
I can't help but feel like I am dangling above the heat with the pressure cooking the last bits of creativity and hope away.
I wonder if this will change or always stay the same.
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2 comments:
I feel ya on this one. We both seem to be in those funk bubbles. But you never know if you are gonna burst out of it or not. I know you didnt think was very good, but i liked it. Short, to the point and good imagery. It is hard to like something full of such self doubt and bad omen. I was actually kicking around a free writing in my head this morning. I'll have to see if I can put the thoughts together now.
I just dislike sounding like a whiner or one of those "Emily Dickenson" brooding kind of writers.
Overall, it's been a good year creatively. I've two stories that I believe to be close to being ready to publish. The CD thing is a good long term project. A couple others things haven't been bad. I am just on a down stretch that's aided by nice weather that keeps me from wanting to spend time inside.
I like the image too, when I watched it happen, I knew I'd write about it.
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