“Running through my veins the sweet poison of love
That can transform a crow into a dove
Burning the incandescent flower
That can transform a thought into power
Feeling the scars drawn into your heart
That can tranform a road into a map
Welcoming the one you really are
That will transform a stone into a star”
He stared at those words hanging on the wall,written here on a huge painting.He didn’t know what to think about it.He was trying to marry the words together.He married « love » with « dove » but then thought that « love » would go better with « scars »,and with « poison » or « incandescent ».He was today in a strange mood.A sarcastic one.He realised that he has been standing up in front of that painting for about twenty minutes now and nothing had happened.Usually he would be transported by the painting.Thoughts will come into his head and new ideas to developp but today,nothing.Empty.He thought about going to get a coffee…
As he turned his back from the painting,he felt like someone was pulling his shirt.He turned to see what would remain in his memory for the rest of his life.The words on the painting had been removed and been replaced by new ones.He could read now: « sometimes,the best way to achieve things is just to stop thinking about getting them. »He smiled and was now able to marry the word « love » with « star ».
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Dear Candie,
Loved the poem you begin with. And yes, Days are never the same.I was thinking about Soulmate and berating myself for my foolishness yet again.Why don’t i get it right? Thought I would free myself of his thoughts and just this morning I got to read his story and his picture on the Net and I’m like- why today? just when I want to be stronger. and not do these silly things in love if it IS love?? I thought I could not recall his face because I didn’t want to capture his image in my mind for fear of being caught staring when we met both times!
And today I see that he was nice enough to allow his picture to get posted on the website.And it’s all coming back to me now…
God bless,
sheela
Very apt: the last line-to stop thinking about getting them.
Again,many thanks for your nice comments all of you and good to know I’m being useful at something as well,lol.
:)
Merry-go-round.Thinking about items in the past or in the future is usually the Way not to get them.Or to get things transformed.And then -it’s difficult to identify them.One Wish follows another(being the same).”The Power of Now” gives the only chance to celebrate Life instead of waiting-or remembering of Celebration,thinks Eckhart Tolle.
What a nice short story to read in the afternoon. So much said in the story, but I only get one scene in my head. It is a picture of a man standing in an art gallery looking at the poetry. Sometimes his arms are crossed or he rest his chin in his hand, and he shifts his weight on one leg and than the other. This could be happening right now somewhere in a gallery. Thanks Candie.
I really like this passage. It makes me think; something I have not done in a while. What a wonderful, wonderful story… Thank you! I’m going to hold onto this and reread it many times.
Candie, what a lovely story!! It’s beautiful, It’s a nice ending where he was able to retrieve the true meaning of it!
love
C.
OOh i like this story heaps..how funny i read this!!! i have been writing lately just short peices for fun and my friend told me she painted a painting for me and she wanted me to stare at it and come up with a story for it..i was feeling a little anxious as when i write i just start typing and words come ..its not untill the firt few paragraphs i really know what im on about…i dont want to disapoint her..but i had fear i wont come up with anything..as i dont pick the subject it usualy picks me..but your story has eased the fear a little ..thank you xxxxxxxxxxxx
Thank you very much for your comments and for publishing it here.Many thanks.
Thanks Savita,I really like what you write too,it’s always really interesting and well written.
Thelma,really funny,what a man can do when he feels jaleous,to catch you and put you in a cage.It’s virtual.We are not engaged,we’ve been engaged in life for years,Facebook is just nonsense and many virtual thingy are nonsense too.Nevermind.Thank you.
p.s. .. Engagement… Sorry for the misspelling. T.xxx
Beautifully said, Candie Bracci. Thank you. So LOVE and STAR!!
Congratulations on your … engagements!! I have just read it in Facebook! You both look lovely! My best wishes.
LOVE,
Thelma.
I love your story, Candie. Reading it, I feel I’ve been shot through by Cupid’s arrow. It is right on target – every word of it.
The poem with which it starts out is splendid. Instantly it draws me in and captures my attention and I am like this startled deer standing in a clearing. This man who is standing there before the painting – I am inside his head and I can sense his whole being focused upon what he sees, what he desires. And that last paragraph, it is the arrow flying straight and true. The last line: bull’s-eye! The heart, dead center! And in that instant, the deer and the archer are staring at one another eye-to-eye, across a great distance, and yet there is no distance between them; between them, only one life.
Thank you, Candie!
With Love,
Savita
Beautiful!
interesting! I liked it