Sand script

high tide on the beach

Gleaming in the moonlight, the unblemished sand is the perfect slate for my vitriolic complaints.

A storm-torn quill, plucked from the befouled backside of a garbage-eating gull, is my mighty sword. Digging deep into the sand, I gouge out a litney of aspersions towards those who perpetrated wrongs against me. Listing them in their entirety, eloquent in their viciousness, I impeach my offenders.

Casting doubt on their pedigree, I take particular notice of the virtue of their dam and the ambiguity of their sire. Inefficiencies in their personal hygiene are called into question, as are the insufficiencies in their intellect, culture and grace. No aspect of their hideous visage is left undefiled, no portion of their reputation is left inviolate.

As I etch my diseased rantings upon the shore, I release the infection that grips my inner peace. I can feel my calm return with each letter.

Stepping back from the encroaching sea, I watch the water wipe away my words, erasing them from the sand and my mind. I drop my quill, surrendering it too to the sea, and walk on in the dark.

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Inspired by “If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.” 
~ Napoleon Hill

  1. Visually gorgeous piece. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Love it, the letting go of evrything and forgetting. A way of forgiveness.

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  3. I felt the emotion flow through this one: dark and certain at the beginning, ebbing towards a peaceful release at the end. If only we could all let things go as easily as the water erases. I will keep this image in my head for the next time I feel myself get a bit irrationally angry with someone.

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  4. This is such a good way of getting things off your chest! I loved your description in this piece LM x

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  5. Love those opening 2 lines.

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  6. I LOVE the line about ‘aspersions’. So very well done, this.

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  7. Well done. Angry words washed away and with them the emotion that backed them up.

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  8. Excellent exercise for (re) establishing equilibrium!

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  9. When I started this, I thought it was your Trifecta piece. But this line: he unblemished sand is the perfect slate for my vitriolic complaints – Poetry. I really love this, Tara.

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