Protruding Arrow of Truth
By R. Cary
Mountains, thunderstorms, raining flames from Hades wrath. My vision blinded, the horizon thickened. From Mt. Olympus I stretch my bow towards my landscape. Each line my horizon conquering each end stop. Another mountain to appear, my grimacing felt. I launch my arrow for truth to protrude. My lines, a story of what has been seen, what is to be seen, what has been traversed, what will be traversed. This is my duty, as a writer displaying my journey, experiences and perceptions. Each line proof of a diamond’s reflection, proof of the shadow’s truth. I constantly stare at a single drop of rain from all distances and lengths from my valleys and mountains’ tops. Where it came from, where it will land, when it will be seen; the river’s creation, the river’s end, an ocean of belief, life still not understood. Into the waves I go, a new landscape revealed as a darkness misunderstood. The moon pulling my tides of belief to be washed back ashore. Cleansed, rinsed, new visions to become; as the sun rises my new land revealed. I climb upward along the mountain’s edge reaching, stretching, my bow expands; shimmering light insights my intentions piercing for visions, as I launch my protruding arrow of truth.
Poetry & Prose By R. Cary 