I sit upon a soft bed, looking out upon the city lights of Tokyo, waiting. A ring with a glittering stone sits in a small blue box, waiting. This small unassuming blue box carries great weight, the future. In this future, a crossroad determined by one of the two simplest words known to humankind. A yes or a no, the crossroad decided. She is arriving, my heart, my dreams, my joy. The small blue box with the glittering ring is opened, my heart is opened, my future is opened. A simple word is spoken, yes.
The ramblings of Fenwick, a collection of random literary works, focusing primarily on poetry, from the mind of Fenwick.
Monday, August 31, 2020
Sunday, August 30, 2020
From Darkness to Light
Darkness, surrounded by darkness and despair, alone. Light, a hint of light, someone close to me. A walk up a mountain, the darkness receding, the light growing. The summit achieved, sitting upon a rock, the light growing stronger, shining from the person beside me, driving back the darkness. Great discomfort sitting upon the rock yet wishing for time to stand still. The person of shining light close beside me, reaches out for a kiss. Light, surrounded by light and joy, together.
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Love Shining
Friday, August 28, 2020
A Weathered Storm
I sit upon a rock on the shore, the wind blowing, distant rumbling. A storm approaching on the horizon, a wall of black pushing back the blue sky. The wind grows stronger, the waves begin to wash up higher upon the stony beach, the ground trembles from the thunder. Still I remain upon the rock, outwardly mimicking that which I sit upon. Inwardly my heart begins to race faster, faster with each rumble and each vibration through the rock. A soft rain starts, it is cool on my face, still I remain as the rock. The soft rain turns to a hard beating rain, the rumble of the thunder is constant, great booming blasts rip through my core, still I remain as the rock. The rain turns to hail, the wind whips around me. Suddenly, blue sky appears on the horizon, still I remain as the rock. The warm sunlight shining, a gentle breeze on my face, still I sit upon the rock on the shore.
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I sit upon a soft bed, looking out upon the city lights of Tokyo, waiting. A ring with a glittering stone sits in a small blue box, wai...
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Darkness, surrounded by darkness and despair, alone. Light, a hint of light, someone close to me. A walk up a mountain, the darkness r...
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I sit upon a soft bed, looking out upon the city lights of Tokyo, waiting. A ring with a glittering stone sits in a small blue box, wai...
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I sit upon a rock on the shore, the wind blowing, distant rumbling. A storm approaching on the horizon, a wall of black pushing back th...