Writes: To The Cottage On The Beach
It is a dance between a man and a woman.
Where romance can be the difference between reality and dreams.
Where the chance of love is a choice between life or death that isn’t so clear.
Where even a fantasy or lie can be worth living … things are not as they appear.
Turn . your . volume . up .
He bows to her, taking her fingertips gently in hand. Without being understanding, they argue about the things they desire to change. She steps his way, and curtsies … but the space between them remains, because to get any closer would be insane. She becomes irate, says that he’s a waste. A high-heeled shoe shatters their picture on the table. Only the frame remains. He leads, she follows pleasantly. Their feet sweep the mahogany floor … ever so effortlessly. As their memories of yesterday descend … life anticipates their steps. If only they’d listen. They glide, and step … glide, and step. By choice, and without direction they carve their fate. The topic? Take your pick: the house, the car, their jobs, wanting children, the costs … unable to let go of yesterday, afraid of tomorrow, so today is lost. The consequence of their meeting is an audience held in suspence captivated by their movements. His lips move aggressively but inaudible words are replaced and heard by menacing hand gestures in her direction. Holding each other they react like lovers from another life, maybe she was his wife. Arms folded, with attitude she stands in demand on her left leg. They stand on their last. As they shift, their environment ceases to exist and they travel to remote locations only privy to them. A tear trickles down her face. She covers it in shame. A flowing white gown spins around, and the ceiling mirrors their wake. “Was this a mistake?”, she contemplates. He looks into her eyes and asks, “where have you been all my life?” His back is to her, she who was once his world. She smiles and says, “the same place I’ll be for the rest of it.” Her chest against his in submission … he says, “At least we have today.” Her, “Always.”
She who was once his world, and he who was once her’s.
- Prasand J.
Twisted:Elegance
on January 20th, 2008
This is beautiful Prasand
very elegant…
I can truly understand the beauty behind this blog
Teresa O'Keefe
on January 20th, 2008
i got chills (and it’s not because i’m sitting here naked reading this) love the choice of music….
Prasand J.
on January 20th, 2008
lol, that reminds me of your status message that i saw the other day. I think it said something like … “is afraid to tell her stylist to leave a little hair for pulling” or something like that. That made me laugh. =D
The music selection is what I wrote the poem to. Usually I desire to convey the tone that I write it in, so if I write it to music I’ll usually add those very same songs. As such, when I do add music the “listening to” is always reflective of what the reader is and I was listening to. Anyway, the tracks are from the Atonement soundtrack (by composer Dario Marianelli), in this order:
track 13 – The Cottage On The Beach
track 07 – Love Letters
track 12 – Denouement
I think it’s a great soundtrack, very moody. However, I think that part of my appreciation of the entire CD stems from the fact that I have visual accompaniment since I’ve actually seen the movie. So I chose powerful tracks which aren’t so dependant upon the movie, those tracks which moved me when watching it. The song that I chose first can promote a “sad” feeling, but I wasn’t sad even slightly when I wrote this entry. I guess because the scene the song played in was actually a happy one (the closing of the movie, where the lovers lived happily together … hence the title of the song). My mood when writing it was romantic and content with the way things are. Satisfied.
However, I chose to depict a situation of conflict … because in it I wanted to convey a few things, which aren’t obvious (it was a cerebral poem in the sense that I conceptualized it before writing it but then allowed myself to flow with the music. Actually it started off as a pure freestyle, but then that freestyle was lost since my computer froze, and as I tried to recapture it I conceptualized the direction, points, and freestyled it again). The reader in turn projects their own perception of relationships or their state upon it … but if for a second they step outside of themselves, they may see what’s being conveyed, and allow themselves to be swayed a different way.
Is the poem about two different people, or is it the same couple? If it’s the same couple, are their fears merely being played in their mind or did it actually happen? If it actually happened, which one happened? Which is the reality, and which is the dream? Or is it merely a story about the contrast between a couple’s past and future, and both are reality? Does the reader only see the conflict? and in that conflict do they perceive their own fears? There’s so many directions I took it on purpose, and many other possibilites. In the end, it’s left up to interpretation (but I put the keys in the beginning, for those who’d seek the truth). It’s my way of saying, the reality of what I meant doesn’t matter … dream how you want. For sometimes even fantasies can be worth living.
So regardless of however the reader moves … I am sincerely glad that I am able to, or rather that they allowed me / it to move (inspire) them.
Thank you.
=)
Prasand J.
on January 20th, 2008
I’m glad you found it to be beautiful … thank you.
Joseph
on January 23rd, 2008
beautifully written, powerful, poised with a catchy rhythm, at least in my mind’s voice. thanks, keep posting ‘em
Prasand J.
on January 23rd, 2008
If anyone would like to know the truth about the poem, they can find the breakdown / details: here.
Prasand J.
on January 23rd, 2008
It’s been a minute, didn’t know that you still read my entries. So this was a pleasant surprise. Thank you, for the time and feedback. It’s much appreciated.
Hope everything’s well in your heart and world.
Deep Honesty
on January 24th, 2008
I said once that i admire you… and now… i just have no words.
The poem is so beautiful, so touching and the music, well, the music is just amazing, is kinda sad but beautiful and powerful…
U catch me with that one
Thanks for sharing this…
Prasand J.
on January 29th, 2008
You’re welcome, and thank you. =)