• rianna commented on the post, collection 5 years, 8 months ago

    Collection of what – stones, fools, books, dreams, stories?

    I have no need of these things. For what is time but a passing collection of memories and experiences?

    There are things I do collect, yes. Stories – experiences, dreams, memories.

    And in my hollow shell that breaks, they leak behind me in a wave of molten rivers, pouring.

  • rianna commented on the post, creative 5 years, 8 months ago

    I feel the spark, my heart alive, brush strokes on a pale canvas, small and secure. He watches me gently, seeking my hands. Observing the stroke, commenting.
    “Do you paint?”
    “Not really,” I respond, but I’m learning as I express – I explain. I feel him smile.

  • rianna commented on the post, intent 5 years, 8 months ago

    Intent was strong. Minute, hard, fierce, determined.
    She was fast-paced, daring, and steady in her gaze. Arms held and taut with the bow, the cue, the tool. She moved, eyes darting, glance clear. And, poise.

  • rianna commented on the post, willful 5 years, 8 months ago

    Strong, dedicated, near.

    She turned her back on the sun and bent towards the earth. The soil was warm, soft, clay and loam inter-spiced and dwelling. Her shoulders were touched with bronze, every hum a quietude and an understanding.

  • rianna commented on the post, god 5 years, 8 months ago

    Nevertheless, she would still pray in the dying hours. The hours between light and dark, in the midst of waking dawn and quiet slumber.
    I didn’t know if there was a god, only that I could breathe, and there was some light, somewhere, when I looked up.