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Five Days Later.

You opened this door. Why are you here? Must be your choice. There is no such thing as chance. Survey the room. Since you are here. It is expansive. Large glass windows. Billowy white sheers. The wind blows in lifting the sheers, fluffing them. The room is overcast. The skies outside grey with voluminous, inky- black- grey clouds rushing and rolling. No sun today.
There are packed boxes everywhere. No noise. In the middle of the room stands the stone angel. Shards of broken glass litter the floor around her. Jagged. Shiny. Deadly. Behold her splendour.
Who created her? The sculptor is long gone. Does he ever think of her? Do the memories haunt him? Did he love her? Unanswered questions that echo in this room...Did she help him fashion her? Was she willing? Swirling questions...in an empty room...Echoes....Echoes...Do you hear them?
This room is faintly familiar....Let me think. Yes. I remember now. This was where music box dancer once lived. Remember her? The radiant spirit who danced with such abandon, such joy, such freedom, such beauty...If you close your eyes, you may actually see her pirouetting, spinning, twirling...You can hear her laugh. It sounds like gentle rain on a roof. It soothes. It uplifts. Perhaps you cannot hear it. I am not sure. But it is clear that music box dancer has not been here for some time. Some say she is long gone and that she no longer exists. But I know she does. I hear the rustlings of her in her music box. Faintly. Distantly. Far, far away...
The stone angel is most exquisite. Did you run your fingers along her lines? Did you wonder what will become of her now? What did you feel if anything at all? She cannot remain in this room untouched, unfeeling forever. Even the stone angel knows this....As you turn and reach the door, did you hear a slight sound? You turn. You look at the stone angel. Did you see a tear on her face? Was it just the reflection of some fragment of light on her fine face? Was it just your imagination? It is unclear. And you turn and walk away through the door, shutting it softly, gently leaving the stone angel silent and alone.

Thank you.
PoetryNEmotion PoetryNEmotion 51-55, F 14 Responses Sep 18, 2012

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The transubstantiation of dancer to angel and finally into stone is etherial and haunting. Does the stone represent something left behind, cold and heavy, lost in it's past but perfectly visible and powerful enough to make a very sore toe if not observant? Where does the artist exist today, does that entity leave the room too, never to return?

I had not looked upon it like that, love. I had originally designed them as separate entities, but you have seen beyond that, and examine them as evolving. I am intrigued. I have written a series on them. This is merely one of the series. I should update them. I will do this soon. I thank you for your precious words.

Excellent writing! I read it three times and was actually in the room. So much to experience, and excite the senses, in there. : )

Impressed me so much.
he box dancer...

I have a few of me here. Enchantress, the witch. Huntress. Music Box Dancer. And stone angel. They are earlier. I need to update on them...I will keep this in mind. Thank you, Time. kissessssssssssssssssss....:)

Direct me to each one, please.
On every each one of your Works I find something that touches my strings.
Not just emotions, almost memories.

When I have time, yes. I understand. Yours and mine. I must go. Later, Time. Will leave you messages re them. :)

Don\'t know how this may happen.
But you understand...
Amazed.

*smiles softly* I am not amazed. I knew...:)

Did you?

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i saved this to my desk top, again wow
It made me think of all the different ways i have change throught this journey

You honour me, Jade. kissesssssssssssssssssssss....I need to update this...xoxo

WOW, you can write, what an amazing visualization!
i can relate, ! ! !

I wish to write full-time soon. And it is an option. I have journalism background. And I do love words and creating...Thank you. xoxo

you should! !! GOOD FOR YOU

Beautiful.

Thank you, love. I have to post an update. The future spins...And things change...And the stone angel awakens...Love you. xoxo

The sculptor has seen the angel in the stone hence he made her alive and still he there to cherish her,only she has to come out being a stone and still imagines so.Beautiful expression.

Your words honour me, sinathamby. And I thank you for seeing this. Kissessssssssssssssss....And smiles!

you are welcome dear

a thoughtful piece of writing that was a pleasure to easily imagine . . . from all three perspectives . . . thank you for sharing this cynthia . . . 8D

Sister of mine: I thank you so much....You are most welcome. Blessings upon you. Love you, too. xox

"'Tis a gift to be simple / 'Tis a gift to be free...."

I like those words. Who wrote them and what is it called, please?

I love the way you use words, thank you

You are welcome. I have journalism skills. I love the power of words. Starting reading at age 4 and never stopped. Kisssesssssssss.....

Why the title is Five Days Later? Not Two Days or Three Days Later? Sometimes, five days are too long when we are not patient any more. We hope everything returns to normal ASAP.

Because that is how many days later it was...Normal? Nothing in my life is normal, Peterpan. Surely you know that by now...

Everybody love and adore you for you being not normal. For those great writers, or artists, in the world, their lives were or are never normal.

We also love you for what you are and who you are. In general, we are proud of you.

Thank you.

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The music box dancer and the stone angel must know each other or even be the same spirit. There is plenty to discover. I think the story is ominous. I think something bad happened and I think it is difficult to witness.

You are perceptive, my new friend. Very....How did the story make you feel? I love your comments. Refreshing...Honest...Intelligent. Quite a man you are...Thank you.

Ominous. Afraid of the terror of the transition.

Explain, please. Which transition? Stone angel to what? Music box dancer to what? Unclear. You would have to read Music Box Dancer-the first poem-please first to understand why she is important to this posting just as the stone angel is...There is a previous stone angel too. Thank you for your comments. Readers usually just praise. That is nice. But I appreciate more..
Is it terror? Or something else?

*sigh*

This makes me sad... :(

do you feel it?

Every word, empathy was strong in this one.

how did you leave feeling? words....