Another piece about a well lol but hopefully you enjoy it!
Well of Truth
A barren land that welcomes the desperate and lonely. Where the springs of the heart runs dry from the drought of love's absence. At the center of this forsaken land. Is a wishing well. Hope dwells in its waters as if it was a water nymph. Its touch makes the water run pure with faith. It calls out the lonely strangers as if it was a beacon of the heart.
They travel miles to this land to get a glimpse of this miracle. Yet some barely can lift their feet from the weight of life. So they pass away into dust searching for it. Their skeletons litter the grounds of the forgotten. While the few lucky ones cast their coins of destiny into it. Waiting for a miracle to come from it. They wait as the hope filled waters reflect their face of desperation.
Praying they will be fixed of their problems. Hoping that their hearts will be mended with silver and gold making it precious to someone. Yet as their coins soaks they realize that their search was in vain. Never realizing this was a fable. That this well is not magical. Yet if they had kept peering into the waters they would've seen their very desperation melt away into the answers of within.
*Sometimes we search for the answers that lies inside. We fail to realize their is no magical shortcuts or quick fixes to problems that persists inside us. Patience and time with diligent work of self becomes the waters of healing. We hold the well of truth within us all*
I count to a 100 and look for her. I look all around for her. Yet she can't be found. I get worried that she may have gotten lost but I continue to call out for her. She dares not to show me her presence so I stare at the sky the only place she could be. To no avail I still cant find her. I call it quits and try again another night.
The next night she greets me with a peek of her. My eyes are delighted with her slight presence. Her beauty calming my soul. She tells me that she was there and that I don't have to find a new moon. That she was there the whole time. I never been so comforted by words that I asked her about her slim appearance. She said she becomes a curved shard on the necklace of the sky sometimes.
I applauded her showmanship and told her that this phase of her show was my favorite part. She blushed by hiding behind a cloud and asked would I still love her if she changed periodically. My heart spoke for me as I expressed that her full round shape gained my attention. Her seductive gibbous form that leaves some to imagination makes me blush,her being half makes me sad for I would do anything to fill her with light again,and her new moon form will have me playing hide n seek again. No matter what I'll be here to admire her for she is my celestial beauty. So phase to your heart's content for my eyes will always forever be at bliss!
She phases on her nightly stage dancing showing bits of herself like a dancer revealing pieces of herself the nightly dress she dances in shows her faces as the clouds make her seem shy while she give glimpses of beauty from the sky
Her dance that garners the most attention is no suprise called the full moon she glows like a globe of grand presence while gifting the mortals below a beautiful present for her beauty on this night is a full show so on this night her dance is to show her dominance
She shows herself peeking out of her dress almost full but a tease nonetheless a form of dance known as the gibbous as she dances forward in this phase to us its form teases her almost complete beauty while still hiding a portion of her beauty
She dances on her stage through different nights showing her forms of dance to the stars as they twinkle to applaud her phases on this night she shows her crescent dances while slimming down her figure seductively to fit her night dress properly we stare in awe while she curves slightly
The dance of her absence is the new moon not being the center light on stage the stars as background dancers take their turn to shine in her absence of her being gone yet she watches and smiles for she knows soon she back on stage in a little while her phases of dance entrances us all while we all have a favorite that captures our heart
Probably makes no sense. I wanted to do a story using chained verses and lines. Found it interesting so I tried
A wishing well of great importance importance that shall not be forgotten forgotten and lost people come from all over over pain and desperation they seek it it dwells within the land of the forsaken
Forsaken yet tales of it still remains remains of the lost are found here here where the search for the well ended ended yet begins is the eternal cycle of the waters waters that's filled with hope that beacons the lost
Lost but for the ones that found it it is salvation that they throw their coins of destiny destiny allows them to find it so they can change change of the lucky few soaks in the bottom of the well well being of their wishes becomes an obsession obsession of love that had led them here
Here lies the wishing well of love love is the reason they seek it it doesn't dwell in the waters or wishes wishes is still sought after by the wicked wicked for their hearts has been tainted tainted enough that they can't find peace peace is the one thing this well can't give
I gave up the whole world for a piece of land that won't even yield flowers for me. Yet from afar others had cultivated it and it produced fruits of all kinds. Flowers of all colors. Yet when I arrived it flourished for only a small time. Where I worked the land placing fertilizers and things it needed. The place where my back was turned was sprouting blooms for another farmer. A newcomer once again was making this beautiful but harsh land bloom again. I dont know why it has forsaken me. After the years I gave my sweat,tears,and blood to it. This time the land's choice will be set for I have nothing left or else to give. For years I have put my hands in the dirt to caress it,I prayed for rain when it was dry,I ripped weeds away that took from it,I gave thanks to it and for it,I even fed it nourishment when it was barren of nutrients.Yet all to no avail. The land was a mass of quicksand to me but an oasis to others. I guess it was my fault to had travelled back here in search of fruit of the past. For that crop has withered and completely disappeared. The roots had been completely pulled as to never let it be brought forth by this land again.
A chimera of sorts a form that reflects different traits it lingers and prowls the meadow of the heart while the treacherous forest of life covers its parts no hunter can seem to bring it down for once its form is within the scope of hope it disappears without a sound legends of old was told about this creature yet few have ever gotten a glimpse of its true nature some without a doubt manage to touch it but their hands are left with a permanent mark from it its form is similar to liquid changing its vessel to something familiar to the hunter it stalks and behaves like an intelligent entity for only a pure heart can truly capture it let this be a lesson to all searching for it only brings you closer to the fall may ye be blessed trying to capture it for its true form is love,the elusive beast
I didnt participate in other letters but this one inspired me. I know it's late but still wanted to post.
My dear spring how are you? It's been a while since I have addressed you. I been busy allowing my feathers of icy sheddings grace the earth. Allowing my love to freeze things in time as if they were my own personal snow globe. The hustle and bustle of life takes a crawl as they admire this last magnificent snowfall. Yet I'm glad. I'm glad that I'll be able to meet you with a warm embrace. In fact I'm sure the creatures who have endured my season prays for your mercy. It's hard being the villain while also expected to drop beautiful graces of feathery blisses of snow yet be condemned the worst weather of all. I guess this isnt a very sweet letter I wanted it to be but I'm happy you're even friendly with me. My last hooray before you take the stage and I know you going to put on a lovely show. You will adorn the blue of the sky into your hair,your dress will be of sunshine,and your jewelry will be beautiful like zephyrs. Oh how it warms me up just thinking of you. My dear you're not my enemy but my muse as you melt what I brought about. I'll seep into the rivers. You bring about ideas of beautiful endings. I'll drench the earth in a bath while you dance upon it like a beautiful ballerina. Oh how I look forward to your entry. I ask may you have a bit of patience as I linger for a while longer. I just want to take the chance to admire this feeling a little longer. My snowflakes gather upon themselves in a show of brilliance and sadness. For after this I will no longer be welcome. I'll no longer be missed. So for this last time I'll play my swan song. I dont want to be the romanticized version of the poet's mind but to feel. To feel alive. So please dont feel like a stranger on the bench for out of all the seasons you're the one with perfect traits and qualities. Anyways I took enough of your time so please wait backstage as I for a little bit longer take the limelight.
I grasp your hand with tightness for if I lose you my life would be worthless my footsteps pound the ground with conviction the life we running to is calling us so we sprint towards the unknown we wont rely on anyone else so promise me you wont let go of my hand as you let me take the lead if I lose you my life wouldn't mean anything
I grasp his hand with conviction while my feet try to keep up with his the lantern of hope is a guide to escape the past I'll follow him into the depths of the abyss for my life is gladly his if I lost him I wouldn't be worth anything even though to us the future remains unseen yet I allow him to lead my heart to our future's scene
We become as one as we run our breaths escape our very lungs we can't look back so we hold fast to hope as our hands grip one another with a fierce grip our hearts beat from the thought of our future every step we take leads us closer we cant give up now it's right in front of us so we pray our bodies can keep up the pace as we run towards our happiness
Dear Ms. Rowling, “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.” A wise old professor had said these immortal words in a book and later series that completely changed my life. It was your Harry Potter books that altered my thinking and later perception towards life in general. A lot of young readers naturally gravitate towards this amazing series showcasing a young lost boy who grows up to become a force onto himself - an adult who transforms his entire world. I sadly was not one of them. Crippled by attention disorders, I was into creative arts rather than reading and writing as a young girl. I never noticed the books as they sped past me while growing up. It was only when I was forced to watch “The Goblet of Fire” during my college days, when it was released in cinemas that I finally caught the Harry Potter bug. It is safe to say that after that I devoured one book after another much to my delight, although rather late in life. Your books helped me , an introverted teenager take pride in the fact that I was not and would never be like the others I saw around me and that that was ok. I came to believe in the magic of words, in the power of different and the fact that anything was possible if we only believed. Embarrassingly I arrived at these conclusions much later than most but was elated to discover and get lost in a brand new world altogether created by you. Needless to say, I have never been the same since. The tiny details in the books and later movies, the love, fear and adventure , most of all the triumph of the right over the wrong is so powerful a pull that I cannot fathom a life without this series that you have so lovingly written. I was lucky enough to take the Warner Bros. Studio Tour in 2019 created in London to enjoy the visual delights of the world of Harry Potter. I was accompanied by several young children dressed in the school robes, carrying magic wands. I didn’t care, I was in a world that I absolutely adored and I loved every single second of being there. It was as though for a day, I was living a life in your world ! Today as a amateur writer, I cannot begin to imagine how you managed to design such a mammoth world with a multitude of characters with such meticulous detail so real that they feel alive, the world they inhabit feels like reality! The eye for detail and the character portrayals are so unbelievably realistic that they completely transport the reader into that very world you have so lovingly fashioned. In the books your thoughts towards friendship, loyalty, kindness, love are so powerful that your words have found a home in my heart forever. I can proudly say that I’m a Potterhead, inspite of sharing this accolade with several crore children and young adults. Please know that I am one of your greatest admirers and that I can both read the series or for that matter watch it again and again on repeat several hundred times. The movies are the ones I go to when I am down and out and need a pick-me-up. From borrowing books from the library to buying the limited editions of the same, I have come a long way in being a tiny part of the world of Harry Potter- your world. I’m in awe of the personal struggles you had to endure while writing these books that have acted as life changers for so many of us. I stood at the little cafe where you started writing your first book in Edinburgh and can only imagine what life must have been like for a single unemployed mother trying to be a writer while supporting herself and her child. Please know that each and everyone of us fans is forever indebted to you for sharing your imagination with us. You are a shinning light for budding writers, an exemplary example of how one can change their lives by hard work, persistence and perseverance. I thank you for your gift to this world- a book series that taught us how to think, behave and rise up to challenges in life. You are loved, admired and looked up to. You are both inspiring and your life aspirational . I wish someday in life I get to meet you and tell you all this in person. Thank you for being you - “always”.
When I first looked at you, You felt like a dream come true, Your constant tries, and gifts, To make me, yours, felt surreal. After a good 5 months, I told you, An, 'I love you too' and that's where, The magic started, at least I thought it did.
The first two months felt like paradise, Holding hands and kissing in the classroom, Studying together and staying back after school, Just staring into your honey pooled eyes, made me smile. Stealing glances, in history classes, Yawning together during math, Clueless during physics, Well, life couldn't get better than this. From sharing an icecream cone to Talking on our phones, late at night, With the fear of getting caught, Juiced up our adrenaline.
The fairytale ended pretty early, It did, when she entered school, The new admission, the prettiest girl, With a smile, so bright, could make the stars whine. You came early, every single day, 'I only love you baby, don't worry' is what you said, But I could feel the change, Maybe I should've trusted my intuitions, Maybe I could, still save a part of me.
You began making eye contact, and I, Began wishing for it to be me. A month later, you said we're better off as friends, And I trapped our 'forever love' Between the verses, scribbled all over the pages, Of the diary you gifted me. I began burning these pieces of paper, To keep myself warm, for my body, it's butterflies, Don't seem alive anymore.
My metaphors turned into ashes Stolen from the rainbow of my dreams, My self-confidence, a jigsaw puzzle, with Missing pieces plenty, but my heart, My heart, a cracked glass, tries to shine, Blinding my brain, from the echoes of our lost love, Maybe, I'll be okay, Someday, but just not today.