Ari abandoned,

August 18, 2008 at 6:27 pm | Posted in prosepoemthingy, writing | 14 Comments
Tags: ari, Sunonhead

Somewhere inside someplace else
he mumbles, ari abandoned into
the starry night, just grab it by
the scruff of the neck, boy,
but make sure you do it light,

I told him, I said, you’ll never get one of those things to stop for you. They’re made of light, they’ll be faster than you even going backwards but does he listen. Off chasing horses again. And we are left here, my darling, with this tiny fire contained in the desert at night, said Sunonhead into the emptiness as he struck damp flints and smiled.

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oh lovely, you’re a backward genius as well,

Comment by Sumedh— August 18, 2008 #
oh wonderful. I wanna be there. A lovely moment in a beautiful world. captured and absolutely true.

Comment by peterandthehare— August 18, 2008 #
Sunonhead – my favourite character of yours and how his hidden admiration for his son’s youth and impetuousness is gently sung, probably with a gentle nod from his wife, of understanding.

Love the melody and images in this.

Comment by Mary P— August 18, 2008 #
I too, am growing to love this character. This is so gentle, it’s lovely.

Comment by Simonne— August 19, 2008 #
breathtaking, like watching a moon reflection shift in afterglow, giving form to emptiness and back again

Comment by tipota— August 19, 2008 #
Such a great talent you are!
Your words is your treasure leading readers to the gates of your promised garden where you stand in the middle of a generous river and pick gold out with such an ease that you dont even need to look at the water. Your great mind keeps on sifting the gold from the river, thus your writing never gives more or less than required…The promised garden multiples itself with the number of your readers and their imagination:) What an abundance!

Comment by hayat— August 19, 2008 #
I am catching up after so long. Glad I did…

Comment by gautami tripathy— August 19, 2008 #
damp flints, oh i’ve been there. you bring such vitality with your words. your pieces are always alive.

Comment by mrs. sarah ott— August 19, 2008 #
neverneverland appears..yeah, what they sed x2…

Comment by pieceofpie— August 19, 2008 #
i love the rhythm of this piece. it feels magical

Comment by laineylapiz— August 19, 2008 #
“Somewhere inside someplace else
he mumbles.” Don’t mean to be self absorbed but this is such a perfect description of being inside my mind. Very perceptive piece, once again, once again.

Comment by randall— August 19, 2008 #
Thankyou everybody for your patience. I think I have gone around this story in both directions enough now, maybe, let’s call it chops from now on. Haha, rage on, my friends,

Comment by Paul— August 19, 2008 #
beautiful, lovely…haunting—where did you take me? how do i get back?

it is my turn to fill your comments with comments!

Comment by artpredator— August 23, 2008 #
Perfect. gingatao.com is my favorite site.

Comment by Monica— March 10, 2010 #