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Painting with words
By Paula Nernberg
The following is an example of free style creative writing. It takes place in a natural setting where I have found peace which nurtures my soul and has given rise to my personal growth. Painting with words is easy reading. Enjoy. The Sky's Performance The weather is moderately warm with a hint of a cool breeze rendering a chill. The water on the river appears calm on the surface. The long grass and flowers sway as though tired by the relentless gusts. Urbanization distinctively heard but not overbearing. The earth and sky debate battle. Earth, fearing neither flood nor draught, awaits the heaven's decision. The ominous clouds weigh heavily in the sky. There is nothing generic in their appearance. To my left, the clouds appear soft as though they were massive sized cotton balls. Unselfish in their space, they flow from one to the other. Their edges finely wisped as though an artist used a fan brush to perfect the final detail. A peaceful presence with an escalating storm at brew. Off in the distance ahead of me, a cloud that resembles the after-shock of an atomic bomb. Two enormous clouds fused by a large tube-shaped funnel. The smell of rain is becoming more apparent and the breeze, defining it's chill. To my right, the clouds are dark and angry. They have multiple extensions reaching down toward earth. They look like talons ready to scoop up its next unsuspecting victim. A hawk surveys overhead. It glides through the air with perfection. Its wings spread wide, revealing its weakness. One single tail-feather missing in an otherwise flawless view. As it circled round and round, two geese interrupt its path. With its mission incomplete, and maybe forgotten, the hawk fled, never to be seen by me again. The treed area beyond the river portrays a shadow that resembles a moose. Its stance were as though it awaits my decision. Watching my every move. The breeze gently plays with the leaves, dancing with the haunting shadow that lurks from behind. A grim sense of comfort. In the distance, a calf bellowing. The last glimpses of light quickly fading. The birds still chirp their distinctive songs. A yellow finch lands on a nearby tree. The branches tattered and sparse as though defeated by the forces of nature. Allowing for perfect view. It was only to be a brief encounter as the finch fled as quickly as it had arrived. By now, I half expected to be engulfed with natures pests only to be gratefully proven wrong. Across the river, on its bank, is a small hole. The water level just skimming its opening. Dead tree branches surround it providing a poor camouflage in a near perfect picture of green. Perhaps a beaver's home. No activity has been witnessed. Perhaps abandoned. The sky behind me now, displays brilliant colors of pink and indigo. The proof that the sun is setting but is unseen. The sky ahead of me darkens to a charcoal, embracing the last glimpse of color remaining. The wind becomes more forceful and the voice of the trees becomes louder. The shadow beyond the river becomes less distinct. The water’s surface more disturbed. A fisherman and his dog have arrived. Suited for expected weather and with gear in hand, they fade into the growing shadows of the forest. The rain begins - gently at first. Debating it's attack. In the distance, fish can be heard jumping out of the water. Perhaps a fruitful day for the fisherman. My skin feels the wrath of the breeze and my eyes more dim with the impending doom of the dark sky. As I leave, I feel grateful to be an unobscured witness to the sky's performance. My final view of the place is a deer grazing in the field. It notices my presence but doesn't change its purpose.
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Contributor's Note
This piece was written for my personal website but is no longer visible at the location specified. The sentences are fragmented in order to provide mental imagery. Its purpose is to reflect the simple things and provide a little distraction from the everyday stresses we all face. It also brings into focus my two favorite hobbies; writing and photography.
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