Have you ever thought about the space between? Recently I sat writing a list of such things... This is a poem about what can go on during the moment between thunder and lightening~
For me, creative writing is a type of subjective practical magic for the times when imagination knows no boundaries limiting access to dreams of other realms ~
It may surprise you how many you can come up with if you made your list. So as the list grew, so did emotive thoughts expanding upon what the distance is or what it can mean to us....
Okay so things like the space between a rose bud and a blooming rose...planting a seed and then waiting for the harvest, the first step in a journey and then arriving at a destination, the space between love & hate, birth & the passing of life, black & white, The silk cocoon & the Butterfly, the moon & the earth etc...
The space is as infinite as the list of possibilities. In this case I was thinking about the silent void between a visual bolt of Lightening and the Thunderclap breaking that silence...how many times I have waited in that "space", that sense of being stuck in "limbo" while counting the distance between...
From ~ Word Whisperer ~
The Space between Thunder and Lightening
Standing at the threshold in the silent space
between thunder and lightening
Straddling the door sill of uncertainty,
stranded in a continuum of discontent
One foot in…One foot out
A baby step…One foot forward
while the other follows
the wanderlust of an evolving dream
The first step begins
a journey of a thousand miles
Walk to the end of this long and winding road
Carry the weight of an unfinished life in this soul
Breathe in the stillness
of the tempest calm
The ethereal instant within
the eerie pause of natural hesitation
The silent exhilarating fusion linking the anticipation
between the bolt of lightning and the thunderclap ;
nature’s well performed sleight of hand
as if two souls touch igniting carnal synthesis
Reaching upward to the heavens they draw strength
from the spirit of the lightening and the hail,
The ominous sky’s anger and the storm’s fury fuel the essence of their verve
vibrant celestial elements manifests a drenching downpour
Heightened senses are enhanced by an electric aura
squeezing out every last drop
from the enchanting moment of stunned silence
Spirits transcend a cleansing rain invigorating heart of soul ~
©Harlon Rivers 2013 ...February 28th, 2013
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