By D. Avery
He sees himself as a learner and a teacher. Adventure, yes, but never conquest, he says.
He loves, he says, says love is a borderland, its borders permeable and transient, a place for walls to crumble, for barriers to come down, an exercise of dissolution, a pursuit of communion.
Each encounter, he says, is the coalescing of commonalities and of differences, exploring paths of shared experiences while discovering new paths that lead to new territories, unbounded.
Yet inevitably he withdraws, retreats behind invisible lines, already looking to the next frontier, while she surveys the breach, takes stock, shores up.
Very interesting writing. Maybe it’s just me, but I have a sense like this is unfinished. I kinda need more to understand it fully.
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I appreciate your comments. Funny, I wasn’t sure about this piece either. The prompt word for this flash was “border”, just played around, within the constraints of flash, with the idea of the borders between people.
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The heart of a true vagabond knows not to commit to anything… not to love… not to soulmate… except to the open road. Yet there are those who pretend to be vagabonds in order to have an excuse to be perpetual heart breakers. In the name of freedom, in the name of open roads…
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Beautiful piece. Resonates deep.
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Thanks.
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Never conquest, he says but doesn’t mean it.
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I think you’re right. A bit of a charlatan he is.
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Reblogged this on ShiftnShake.
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Thank you for reading. It is a thrill to be included in the drabble collection. There is always such good flash and poetry here.
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