No Escape
The grey hangs heavy
As it shrouds the mountain
No sound or breath
A landscape suspended in amber
The storm is coming in
There is no escape
No open road
All is a locked door
No place to run
No place to hide
Finger nails scratch
Plead for way out
From
Fear
Sorrow
Debt
Love
Promises
Survival
Death
There is no escape
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Fingernails scratching… Great sound element. You have painted a bleak scene beautifully, Annell.
there’s a haunting intensity in these verse annell… the scratching fingernails..the storm drawing close…the no escape…
I like the parallel between seeking shelter from the storm and a more sinister meaning. And the picture is great.
whew…as this cascades down the intensity increases…the scratching nails is a great touch….there are some storms, even death, we can not outrun…we are set to get a big one tonight….
What came to me, was that it is not just the storms, or death, but all of it, we live, and there is no escape. Perhaps as Hormer painted the stormy seas of the north, he lashed himself to a tree, and sometimes it would be wise if we would do the same, to be able to stand up to life. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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the storm drawing close…sad feeling when there is no escape. Good capture..the scratching of the nails brings it to life.
“all is a locked door”
powerful images here
If there is no escape, the only thing we can do is face what IS.and work our way through.
Yes, that’s it! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Yeah it gets us at some point or another, each one, death we can’t out run.
There is nothing we can escape…the good and the bad. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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A mountain to climb… and the grass is no greener on the other side…
You turn the tables. We all know that death can not be escaped, but don’t think of life in the same fashion. There is no escape for whatever comes our way, although acceptance does help, it is often a hard won victory just finding it in some circumstances. And even then, it might not ‘feel’ like a victory and looks far more like resignation. Intense write, Annell, with a great deal to think about,
Elizabeth
the repetition, the minimalism… you paint the bleakness in this so eloquently.