Category: Writers Block
All your music still echoes in my veins. Happy music reminds me of spring, when I lived in a world where I could be happy being around someone without being bound to them. No condition, no term: that's the nature of spring. That's the way mornings work.
I knew you as elenhiia, your spring name, you were a living glowing body of music. You spread warmth everywhere you went. You were sure, your hands as steady as mountains, your springtime as real and reliable as any sunrise. You were a wellspring of ideas and determination and everything that makes the world new and good.
So why did you throw that away for deception?
Elenhiia was my name when I was hopeful. I was a chute poking through the soft rich earth, tiny green buds appearing on its stem. You were rain and sun, earth and wind: neither of us was bound to the other in any way, but something in me depended on something in you.
Elenhiia was my name that for a fleeting moment I used for you. But like the sun does, you turned, the world grew colder, spring was a lie, my buds withered, and I collapsed in to the cold, rocky, unresponsive earth.
Eleniia was my winter name when I spoke it to you. Elenhiia is where the sun sets, the poignant moment when afternoon, evening and dusk blur, the sighing leaves as they go from orange to brown, and the moment when autumn's bustling harvest season fades out.
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.
Wow. That is beautiful, sad, happy, and everything joyous and wrong in this world, rolled into one heartfelt post. Remain Elenhiia when the sun shines warm. Let Elenhiia linger even as the earth becomes rocky and unresponsive.
You might want to watch your pronouns though. Its really unclear who exactly
the poem is told by and who it is told about. The name seems to be used for
more than one person and it makes it confusing. Other than that I like the
poem.
Well that's true. It was a bit confusing. But I still liked it. Wrote a sort of response, in a manner of speaking, to it.
It was very stream of consciousness and didn't see a text file or revisions before it landed here. In fact, I don't think I have it stored anywhere. Elenhiia was a sort of shared name but I don't know if I implied that anywhere. I see what you mean.