A storming ride

Speckling ideas, partial and fragmented, brewing in twinkle yet without spark. They’re more a hazy glint of thoughts that fade in and out faraway, sometimes flashing as a glimmer of something and then disappearing with the flutter of an eye lid.

Time ticks. There’s nothing more.

Until that hazy glint grows and feeds the head with a heavy might. It whips at limbs that become tired and limp.

Tingling tangles of thinking, eyes darting in flurry as people look and stare. And then comes the squeeze within a vice of lead and excruciating dread and a body rippling and tensing in terse.

Clashing confusion and rumbling ruin, ranting and raving. He is, she was. You’re it, you’re not …

Words overflow in an electrical storm of despair and are hammered by floods of entwining and interconnected molesting vines. They meld as a mash of mess spiked in diamonds tainted in venomous credibility. They shred through everything but understanding.

No sense of semblance, just mad irrationality shared with rationality, spewing fire and ice in bursts of hate and desperation, gasps in bated breath … roaring and ripping into everything and everyone in its cyclonic wake … It’s too much. End it now!

And with that comes a release, an excretion of toxic waste that erodes at the soul of essence. 

The crescendo tumbles, spiralling down, down to flat as grey.

The electric storm of fire and ice dissipates and the free-fall-to-nowhere ride funnels into a black hole. All that remains is a gentle reverberation.

Quiet after the storming ride. For now.

 

Comments 4

 
Katherine Gregor on Sunday, 24 January 2016 13:23

What a wonderful, powerful verbal expression of the colours and frenetic movement in Van Gogh's painting.

What a wonderful, powerful verbal expression of the colours and frenetic movement in Van Gogh's painting.
Monika Schott on Monday, 25 January 2016 20:52

Thanks, Katherine. :D

Thanks, Katherine. :D
Rosy Cole on Sunday, 24 January 2016 17:20

Moni, this is living the art! A roller-coaster of a ride!

Moni, this is living the art! A roller-coaster of a ride!
Monika Schott on Monday, 25 January 2016 20:52

Thank you too, Rosy. :D

Thank you too, Rosy. :D
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