Monday, March 1, 2010

The Figure

img001-i, originally uploaded by *Zephyrance - don't wake me up..

Standing alone, you can see beauty in the dullest things. Browned weeds, trembling in a little breeze; concrete pillars between metal bars; street-lamps high and garbage low upon the street-side. Standing alone, it all harmonizes. Colors meld and blur, coalescing into a subtly varied palette of wheat and barley, flax and iron. Old stones, new pavement, thrown together into this scene and somehow making it, no matter how contrasting.

Standing alone, you can see that the beauty is in the way the golden light of afternoon slants over the street-side, and how a figure in purple sets off the deeper tones in everything around her. The weeds are now picturesque--waving tendrils of deadened springtime--and the pavement is romanticized--an empty road leading somewhere. All because of that figure, standing alone.

6 comments:

Hope Chella said...

You are such a great writer. You can definitely take me to "that place" with your descriptive words and trust me, I have a limited attention span. Keep writing :)

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Miss Pickwickian said...

Enjoyed looking around on your blog.

Joyeful said...

I love the beautiful word imagery you've created in this post! You are a word artist!

Lovely blog!

Clay Jeffries said...

I enjoy your writing style. Thank you for giving me your plug! And feel free to publicize my blog, too! :p Lol

pissipissi baobao said...

Beautiful poem. Great imagery!

Flying High said...

I enjoy your writing so much! You have quite the way with words. Keep writing and posting.