Paragraphs : William

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She pulled chimes in me . It could have been anyone , but it wasn’t , it was her , my destination unknown until then of which nothing can be said . She sang to me from a heart graced with eternal deserts , of gazelles , of souls complete , running towards the borderline of Mecca . She was the silence of a colorful arid flower , the silence of sandstorms . She was older , still breast feeding her baby , not yet divorced when I sent her letters from the Gulf War . ” Come she is your soul , let’s go to bed together , mount my bed and mix the magic , the work of love will breed trust between us “. ( Ulysses ) . She was my lover for three months , my illicit lover before I flew over the Persian Gulf . Changing my name , embracing Allah , leaving her behind she expanded awareness , not always hearing what I wrote but always hearing what I meant . She would never do me harm . She lied about me for those few months . I felt her shame , a shame so soundless . She wasn’t always open with me , not really open with anyone , soundless as if appearing in the frame of a camera held high above , looking down . No one understood us together , different ethnic races , me a black man and much younger . But then no one saw her sit in the bathtub with her thin arms wrapped around her knees the way I did . And when the night caught its breath at the window , she reminded me of a wandering albatross drifting out to sea with no control over direction or fate . While I drove my tank on the outskirts of Kuwait City , the desert birds , soundlessly standing on the cracks of Highway 8 , brought her back to me . On the coffin of war , rumbling faint , rumbling continuous , rumbling loud I lost my mind and on the flight back to the United States , I saw her image in someone else’s goggles peering back at me . I asked for tea , the copper lid shining like burning oil fields and the tea pouring to a thundering symphony with drums triumphant , strings mournful . What happened to Francis , my beloved ? Only the Most High could foretell . ” You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it . Heaven will take you back ” …

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Last quote from ” The Reader ”

35 thoughts on “Paragraphs : William

  1. Your words vie enchantingly with the images here, Meg, in its stunning evocation of ravages of war and the dance of nature, embellished in her desertscapes, with beige raiments accentuating shapely bosoms, intricately pleated skirts adorned with frills and flounces draped around a bewitching navel, highlighted by the distant sun. A special hug for such an intense experience…best wishes.

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    • Raj …I am left gratefully speechless to comment on the beauty and soulfulness of the descriptive words of your comment here other than that I am truly touched by your understanding that I think expresses the culture of your country and who you are …thank you seriously .love , megxxx

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  2. I love the circles in this piece, Meg. The way he sees her in the bathtub, and then in the goggles on the return flight, only by then his mind has been broken. This piece gives me the sensation that we are given grace on the way in, and grace on the way out… and that we are transformed in the middle… Also, the mix of races and ages gives the love a potency, the type you need if you are to keep it beside you when traveling through hell and back… Beautiful writing and story-telling, Meg!

    Love
    Michael

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    • I love what you say about grace on the way in and grace on the way out Michael …transforming in the middle …it’s so true isn’t it ? And your sense of circles is so beautiful too . Today I worked on a paragraph using lines as metaphor …your poetic comment inspiring me , your presence always golden and poignant , your voice elegant …much love and gratefulness my friend , megxxx

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  3. ” On the coffin of war , rumbling faint , rumbling continuous , rumbling loud I lost my mind………”

    Meg, your piece transported me tot he desert, within the haunting strains of the music, I read your words… wondering how we can overcome the differences, that so many attach with their labels .. Where “No one understood us together , different ethnic races , me a black man and much younger .”…
    Love transcends colour, race and age.. Love is all there is, when all else is broken and and destroyed.. Love is the Glue that holds us together, When all around everything else is falling apart..

    beautiful, just beautiful.Meg.
    ❀ Sue xxx

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    • My dear Sue …” Love transcends color , race and age ” ….you are a very beautiful soul ..the compassion of your comment runs deep …I so very much appreciate and am grateful for your beauty shared so thoughtfully from your heart …love , megxxx

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  4. Great prose, dear Meg… the images are powerful and so is the way the story unravels here… One can almost feel the subtle presence of War and its demons…
    This paragraph below truly resonated with me…
    “And when the night caught its breath at the window , she reminded me of a wandering albatross drifting out to sea with no control over direction or fate”.
    Remarkable… thanks so much for sharing.
    Sending best wishes. Aquileana πŸ‰β˜€οΈ

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