Does the metronome beat of the clock ever end? (Form: Sestina) An Open Expressions Entry |
Journey’s End Does the metronome beat of the clock ever end? I watch the shadow’s birth and as it fades away, infusing the world with obsidian hues, I feel the earth’s insistent movement. It yields to its destiny as it revolves in a continuous circle. Another day has passed. I grasp for the moment – but it has passed leaving behind a wake that has no end. Like a fragile tower of children’s blocks in the void, it teeters but does not fall away. It has found its purpose in movement as it paints the universe in artificial hues. Moving through atramentarious hues, building upon a foundation of all that’s passed, time itself is reduced to simple movement. Motion is life. Stillness is the final end. Inception began as a journey away. Perhaps the end will be a journey …"in". I pause to wonder: as time collapses in will the void recolor itself in stygian hues reformed from bits collected in travels away? Will we collect the time that has passed until, in a moment’s breath, we reach the end of a journey whose purpose was only movement? Such thoughts are halted by the movement caused by the dance of shadows that form in my field of vision. It is another day’s end that proclaims its nature in darkling hues. This artifice that I call time has passed; another cycle completed and gone away … … away from what is to what was. Away - and in that instant, there is movement that celebrates existence from what passed. Perhaps each moment is like the Phoenix in that it rises from its own ashes, its celebratory hues blinding us to the ultimate end. Further and further away, a star-filled heart beats in constant movement, painting the universe in time’s hues until all motion has passed and we reach our journey’s end. An entry for the May round of "Invalid Item" Prompt: Open Form: Sestina Line Limit: None Line Count: 39 atramentarious – ink like stygian - infernal; hellish |