10 years of discovery on WDC. (Form: Sestina) A Taboo Words Entry |
Progression Where does the time go? How it seems to fly when memory's wings spread, lifting me high, to assess its passage from a new vantage point. Instead of hours, I mark it in words; images coalesce as new horizon's formed challenging me to search bright new lands. In my first year, the promise of new lands where I could allow my spirit to fly brought me here, raw and not fully formed. Writing.com brought me to a new high, showing me the power of meaningful words, metaphorically or spoken directly to the point. In my second year, more to the point, I began to explore these strange lands, seeking asylum in a community of words. They cajoled, ganged up on, and dared me to fly in realms that seemed, to me, too high and yet, too tempting. I was formed. A rush of confidence came at this point, where no longer was I a stranger in strange lands. As though engraved, chiseled words of strength convinced me I could fly within this community from point to point. And so my third year coalesced and formed. Time passed and my fourth year formed, a helter-skelter of writing with no point, slowly, I descended from an intoxicating high toward the barren regions of no man lands. Like Icarus, I chose the sun and tried to fly too close, only to find that I had lost my words. I heard the echoes of lost words, watched as they fell, unformed, their wings stunted and unable to fly. And yet ... I began again to climb to a higher point where I rediscovered the sweeping vista of lands that could only be seen from on high. Once more I could feel that exhilarating high, how the winds carried the whispering words and spread their beauty, like seeds, to new lands. In that moment of clarity, I was reformed. My fifth and future years began at that point; once more, my new wings carried me and I could fly. It is only from on high that I have learned to fly, using the strength of words that only upward point. Within these sheltering lands, new wings have been formed. An entry for the January round of "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus" Prompt: Open Words to Avoid: sight, vision, look, view, scene, eyes, blind Maximum Line Count: 40 Line Count: 38 Form: Sestina |