On The Porch (Very Short) (1027 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.75 on 13 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by TaK (View user info) at 2004-07-16 14:31:03 EDT
To My Drug Of Choice,
Like an old man on the porch with a glass of tea and a rocking chair I sit whittling away at the world with the honed blade of my passion, shaping and molding an image of you from the confusion that is this life. And just like that old man with that tea and chair I become more at peace, more relaxed and fulfilled with each stroke of the edge; with each sliver of the world's woes that falls from the life in my hands your form becomes clearer, and I become saner.
I can see you in your entirety, waiting inside the wood (that is chance) for my hand to bring you out, to mold my life into yours and make the carving sturdier. I can see us both in the wood, legs entangled and smothered in our smell, breathing one another's breath and tasting the truth of this fruit.
I want to continue carving. I wish to have a hand in the creation of the talisman that could be our mixed figures. So although I am an old man at this game and my hand grows awfully tired at times from the strains of whittling chance into fact, I do not quit but only rest for a moment and take a sip of tea; I don't leave the porch or my chair but I do take a moment to look at the world beyond my blade and slab of wood. I glance out at the yard and say hello to the sky, the trees, and the wind. And then I bow my head back to my task.
You see I could not give up this opportunity if I tried. It is too strong a chance; it is almost frightening in its allure. The possibility of a life set in the heard heart of this strapping wood; the prospect of creating a connection truer than any I've known.
Only by whittling.
By concentrating on this promise of shape and form, which follows its function, and by sacrificing these pains in my wrists; only by allowing my mind to wrap around this "perhaps" and forgetting my tea to warm in the sun; by dismissing all that there is and could be to focus solely on the birth of this thing that comes from beyond the either of us.
Only by whittling.
Time it will take, but time is what I've been given. There is no greater use for the time I have here on this dusty planet, no higher carving to be done, than achieving the vision of the two of us I see trapped in this wood waiting for my hand and yours to give it breath.
Pull up a chair; we can share this glass of tea. We'll enjoy the view of the yard, and if He grants it, by God we'll whittle.
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Submitted by Dashal (user info) at 2004-07-17 01:30:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-07-17 00:05:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-07-16 23:52:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice TaK.
Submitted by FilthyAssistant (user info) at 2004-07-16 17:12:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well written.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-07-16 17:08:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hello!
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-07-16 16:47:09 EDT (#)
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Thanks all.
Hey DPBH, you talk a sly game for someone with your lack of talent. Fuckface.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-07-16 15:54:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yes! Wonderful.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-16 15:16:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
haha mickguinny!!
Very nice story.
Submitted by MickGinny (user info) at 2004-07-16 15:07:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
"I can see us both in the wood, legs entangled and smothered in our smell, breathing one another's breath and tasting the truth of this fruit."
I molested an oak end table after i read this.
Submitted by bluegoddess (user info) at 2004-07-16 14:51:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Faboulous! Brought back many wonderful afternoon and evening memories of sitting with my grandfather while he whittled and told stories.
Submitted by stacenbass (user info) at 2004-07-16 14:45:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
-sigh-
Submitted by DBPH (user info) at 2004-07-16 14:35:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Impressive writing, but some of the meaning is lost in the pretty language. Remember to adhere to strict verisimilitude when needed. Still nice to read though.
Submitted by SAECULUM.AUREUM (user info) at 2004-07-16 14:34:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Speechless.