Echoes of Hand Claps

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I tried to learn a story from you, something that could make sense of the smiles you have been sharing with the world. So we talked merrily in serious times until you opened up to me, opened a window into a room filled with laughter and music, you showed me your answers to my questions. Now it is clear, you are missing the fire of it all, the stage was once your home.

Your warm words are the lasting embers of what was vibrant and colourful to you once. Echoes of the brilliant you have made themselves known in your moments of revery. Time has a way of pretense that has fooled too many, too often. Its colorless folds, have a adopted a shadow to hide that moment in time from you, it has failed to deceive me, I hope it fails to hold those memories behind you. There is plenty theatre inside that beating heart.

In confidence you grew bolder in owning up to your brilliance. You let me listen to your tales of magic, when you would disappear from the constraints of the audience and find your true colour on the stages that made you wholesome in your talents. I can only drag you so far back into that moment before you lose me, before you find your wings and take to patches of that memory you have succeeded in keeping secret. I’m dancing to the echoes of a symphony of passion, a melody of a memory so potent it kills my bearings. To the watching eyes I’m too silly to be made of sense, to the moment, I’m a victim of truth.

The years haven’t been able to stifle the reverberation of that most precious time. Don’t lose the magic, because you have been led to believe that the mischief of the theatre is for people less serious than you ought to be now. Behind the closed doors of my own home I harmonize with those echoes you let me hear, hoping to find the child at play in this very serious place. I hope you can let me see that child at play again, I hope you can find that magic again, take to the stage once more.

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Writing 101, Day 7: Knight and Day

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Hello one and all, we meets again as writing 101 powers on. This piece here was an interesting one to work on. I was asked to write a piece in the form of a dialogue, that was a challenge in itself, but the assignment had a twist, the two voices in the piece had to be representatives of two opposing stand points, light and dark, cold and cold, high and low, the possibilities began to seem infinite. I tried to sit around, drawing up the perfect polar opposites to pit against each other in a dynamic whirlwind of a dialogue. It was well and truly a challenge, after much thought and deliberation I made the decision to challenge myself, I offered up two themes a chance to voice themselves. I give to you, Clarity and Temptation. Enjoy!

 

“They’ve forgotten all about you!” She said. “All they want is me. They do not remember loving you!”

She perspired the coldest diction, she had perfected her way with words. The air around her danced to the cadence of a learned malice. Her perfectly pursed lips pressed her twisted words to life. She was sensual, she was stern, she was everything she thought they wanted, so she hated the hope he harboured.

“They will always have me in there hearts.” He was sure.

He stood firm under the tumultuous waves of her diction, never losing his footing beneath him. He never fought to fill a frame with what he claimed to be his, he was a voice that spoke a steady promise, a mind who waited for time to offer up those gifts not promised, never  swayed by the sweet scent of her frivolity.

“I make them feel alive, you force them into tedium. With me they never have to wait, my very touch is satisfaction, you insist on prolonging suffering, what kind of love is that?” She watched his face for a failing hope, “They will never search for you, Look at those faces, they would never dream of leaving me.”

“Temptation, control your ego.” Clarity had found his words, “You seem to think its them who need you, but you crave there love the most, you shake when there voices fade from you.” His silence was never empty, and he was keen to unfold his mind. “You shiver with every night that they have gone without your folly, I love them because they choose me, you love them for validation.”

“You’re a foolish and bitter old man, what kind of pleasure can you provide?” She lost her seductive flare as she was met by clarities stare. She had never prepared herself for the moment he would reciprocate a volley of his own design. “I kill the agony of broken hearts, I hide the scars of a broken past, I keep there smiles etched on there faces you make them bare those heavy burdens.”

“They only run to you to numb there skin from life’s events. You’ve given shelter from natural elements, in the darkness of your embrace” Clarity was suddenly drawn to the feature that traced her face. Her smile was losing leverage and her beauty was falling weak. Her strength was seeded in there weakness, he thrived when they had found there footing.

The flickering flame of temptation had bought their love with the vigour of virgin flames, the fiery tongues that promised warmth, but danced away with a subtle heat. He rested in the ambers that burned steady, whispering a warmth to fend off the embrace of the evening chill.

“I’ve never of thought cheapening love for the sake of a following” he said, “When they find me we will be whole, we will learn to talk, we will grow with the passing moments.” temptations eyes soaked in the words that began to fill the space between them, ” I feel the fire inside them grow to power their dreams.” His features began to soften and his eyes betrayed his cold firmness. “I will wait an eternity to fight the dark with every heart that finds me, no matter what name they know me by.”

“You will never win.” She said, “Till the day I forfeit breath, I’ll keep there hearts away from you.”

Her features firmed and her seductive tones where riddled with rigarmortis, unkind to her eyes, and clumsily laced with fear. He could see it.

He smiled.

“They are faceless in your hearts, and nameless in your eyes, I will let you have them now.” He settled his gaze, “You show them to my door, from there I show them the world.”

“were not that different you and I” she said

“You see us like the children do,” He said, “That is why they grow and leave you, they learn the difference.”

She twisted her smile, she watched him retire into his solitary wait for there arrival. Never faltering, never swayed, she danced her word to win there hearts once again.