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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Flat (01/03/13)

TITLE: Once Able to See So Clearly
By Loren T. Lowery
01/09/13


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Beyond the porch rail – across the flatlands - mist hangs heavy over the hills. Familiar scenes of green meadows, leafing maple, elm, oak and evergreens stand hidden. Endless blue skies and white-peaked purple mountains, now veiled by weighted vapor.

I stand, looking out in despair; bereft but of memory of what once had been before me.

Was it ever there – the beauty, the peace, the completeness? Does its absence prove its existence? The ache in my soul was not there until I looked out to see it gone. The hollow in my heart abstract until part of it was removed.

The view from here to there now marred with trespass. The once crystal air now etched with floating webs. Beauty once flawless, peace once perfect wholeness once complete - each now surrendered and soiled.

Hindrances suspended in airy haze– delicate, fragile view – now concealed.

Do the once familiar, but hidden scenes draw their fullness and purpose from the emotions they evoke? Possibly as much as we are made absolute and human by missing them when they are gone.

What then is it called – that which would veil what once we first saw and now but half remember? That which fetters our sight beyond the rail – across the flatlands - to melancholic remembrances?

The answer found in the dark diaphanous folds of the garments worn by life as she dances across our lives.


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Bonnie Bowden01/16/13
Hauntingly beautiful. Your poem really spoke to me. I confess that I will have to look up the word diaphanous to glean its meaning.
Beth LaBuff 01/17/13
I could see this, beyond the porch rail, the mist shrouding the countryside. I thought your tangible images gorgeous, and the deeper meaning portrayed is pure poetry. It's difficult for this sentimental soul to see changes, so this speaks to my heart. This reminds me, too, how we see through a glass darkly now, but someday! :) Beautiful work, friend.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/18/13
Wow this is such a powerful piece. Your description divine. Congratulations on ranking 10 in Masters and 15 overall!
Verna Cole Mitchell 01/19/13
Loren, what absolutely gorgeous description this piece has, so deep with meaning as well. The last line is one of those perfect lines!