Edge of Silence

As we sit on the edge of silence,

gazing down to what has come before,

unrivalled dreams, stained apricot by passing suns,

like rain through our fingers no more,

mirrored strength, as marble hardens around-

our finest inspirations to fill the void,

as seasons flash, eternal;

never abandoned, relentless, never destroyed,

a memory flits by with her wings of silk,

so transparent and pure in the light,

of shadows that once were, carrying their weight,

or so nobly let dreams alight.

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Copyright © 2016 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)

Gone With the Wind~A tale of Strength & Survival

2015-04-25-17-24-43_photo (1)What would Scarlet O’Hara do? It’s been months since I finished the book, but there hasn’t been a time when I haven’t aspired towards her strength, steadfastness and down to earth rationality of self-preservation. She can solve a situation with a tirelessness and a fierceness of spirit that shows Scarlet O’Hara as a survivor. But she was not always like this.

Though “Gone with the Wind” is an epic tale of societal breakdown, it is Scarlet’s epic tale of self-discovery and personal development. The people adapt to rise once again to rebuild what is lost – representing raw human spirit and perseverance. She adapts in order to survive. Her defiance is comparable to Melanie’s inner strength of mind, but weak constitution. Softly spoken and kind Melanie who finds no fault in others and loves Scarlet beyond reason. It is Melanie who is the saving grace in the novel, the sticky glue that binds them together. She may not be as physically strong and active as Scarlet, but her presence is almost spiritual, believing in a cause that is beyond reason and often brings her unhappiness. It is not until she is gone, does Scarlet learn to appreciate Melanie’s reliable presence in her life.

Tomorrow is a new day’ she reminds us; the famous lines in the novel. Tomorrow is a new day to think, to fight. And so it seems that Scarlet too believes that prolonging thought, blocking out is a strategy to cope with the problems she faces.

But it is okay. We all do it. And as Scarlet hides her emotions, she develops an exterior shell to protect herself so she does not have to think; to feel. In life, we often feel like falling apart. We feel like nothing makes sense, overwhelmed by situations beyond our control. But we pick ourselves back up again. We keep on persevering because as humans, that’s what we do to as a survival instinct.

Gone with the wind” by Margaret Mitchell is said to be a classic, epic romance story. However I feel that any romance is secondary to the concept of home and a sense of belonging, via the backdrop of the American Civil War. The comfort, safety of her mother’s love and guidance push her onwards through the war torn south. So what does Scarlet actually have to face that contributes to her strength as a character? Through the trials of delivering a baby alone while a battle rages outside, 3 loveless marriages and three children whom she feels no love for, losing her home and supporting 13 + people on her farmland, witnessing the death of her family members and her livelihood, running out of food and fearing death- these are all mental and physical tortures that no person should have to go through; but do so as parts of the rites of life. She has no choice but to overcome them, if not for herself, for the others that rely on her support.

The experiences we have contribute to who we are. Scarlet transforms from a frivolous, superficial and spoilt daughter (not crimes to be sure), to a capable, hardened and strong yes- but also calculating, mercenary and most notably; a selfish woman. Scarlet transforms into a creature of chance and opportunity. Her quest for money and material things consumes her and wrecks any relationship she hopes to have. She is outwardly strong and capable but at what price?? She has no love for her children and has hardened her heart that is too late to be rekindled. It is not until she has lost all she holds dear does she note her priorities. But like any character we learn to care about, we accept her for her good qualities, but also her faults.

So what did I learn from the novel? The characters tireless endurance to get back up and face the next problem. To find excess strength you didn’t know you possessed. Scarlet is comparable to the idealistic and philosophical Ashley. She thrives in the new world, he does not. The only thing that weakens her is her unrequited love for him, he cannot adapt or even survive in the changing South. Though he questions the battle he is fighting, he continues to do so to ‘reclaim’ the old world and what is lost.

We cannot afford to be so self-centred in this materialistic world. It is detrimental- yet still we focus on ourselves. There are some lessons we can take away from it and act as a reminder and comparison to our own lives. There are also two sides of a story. For example I was shocked reading about the KKK. In the narrative, they are sons, husbands, main characters whose will is to defend their family. Scarlet’s own husband is a member. The man she loves is one also. So how can this be? It doesn’t make their actions alright. But once you start to realize two sides, what spurs people on to do what they do and why- it is nothing but a shade of grey between the black and white of clarity.  Sure, life is not so clear cut.

But what about the modern world? How many of us are Ashley & Melanies- idealistic philosophers at heart who mourn the old world and ponder on the change happening around us? The dreamers. And who are the Scarlet & Rhetts- risk takers, practical opportunists who adapt to change and thrive? Or maybe we are a combination of both.

In fact, how many of us want to change? Even if we feel like giving up, do we? It is so easy to want to push away, somehow destroy the pain in our lives. Run away. But it is strength, to accept and overcome it, to deal with it head on and conquer the fear.

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Flight of Fancy

 

scotland20090521-36Clouds pass above like weightless trains
as you shyly hide among folds of emeralds,
pulling close grey hems that rustle
embroidered with white, baby pink roses
as they shift their symphony to pass through dusk.
Gravel crunches lightly under your heels
as you glide beneath stormy clouds.
Running- faster, through memory’s slippery fog
and the lane strewn with polished glass
grasping the hope of your journey’s end;
and the lonesome figure dressed in white,

-waiting

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All Love

swirl-divider4I have heard that all ‘love runs deep,
like a river, deeper than the darkest sea’
built on the foundation of harsh experiences
that make us who we are-
Strength, independence, self reliance
it is a fire that courses through my veins
and gives me the strength of a thousand men.
I will never give up no matter how lost,
how scared or tired I feel
I will stay true to myself
because all love –
has to start from within.

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That Day

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Do you remember the time we went looking for a ring I dropped?
You followed me blindly, peering under tables and chairs
-in a room bathed in twilight.
Knowing all along, I must have dropped it in the streets.
But still you helped me-
fatigued, crouched on small legs
wearing your grin and a defiant
sense of adventure.

That’s love.

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Simplicity

630646_11394153_lzSalmon pink splurge over liquid blue.

A tail that flutters like an eyelash,

sinking to the grass in petulant smoke.

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Abandon

It was the remnants of a chilly winter
on the cusp of spring,
the freighter ship glowed
a lonely rusty red.
I weaved my arm through yours
seeking warmth from coat sleeves
as it sunk into a darkness
of forbidden murky greens.
Benevolent acknowledgment of
the spirits of the ocean,
a petrified creature;
as the shrill cry of seagulls
wrestled the breath of the wind.

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Inspiration #13

littleprincefoxrose“Here is my Secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

Le Petit Prince- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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In The Beginning

It sticks out of the bookshelf like a shark’s tooth;
gold leaf with shades of chrome, black.
Too loud, too at ease in its own skin.

Lined up like an army, battered and
dog eared volumes traverse the shelves.
I’d fought wars through those pages,
I had ridden through midnight trains,
soared over cities, learnt life’s bitter lessons.
A snow shaker of timeless dimensions
sealed with glue and trapped in paper walls.

Bending with the weight of secrets.

“I have chosen for you.” he says.
“The book that will change your life.”
He points to the hardbound cover creeping
its way out of the shelf,
inching its way closer-
willing me to pluck it down like a ripe apple.

It looks confident.

The book falls with a resounding thud
into my eager hands.
It is heavy, its skeletal structure
digging into the grooves of my palm,
making a home for itself
like an affection seeking cat.

I glance at its neighbours,
wispy and insubstantial like the smoke of dreams.
With the sound of their hushed murmurings
I turn the first leaf,
as the first four words fall from my lips….

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The Parcel

4311804508_5e3cc7f43bI believe people are like parcels.

They start off nicely wrapped and taped

stamped with fresh ink;

destination marked in black biro.

Some are dropped from the van

others get crushed

as they leave the sorting office.

Scuffed on the floor

kicked and dented as their tape unravels;

words smudged

lying in a pool of rainwater.

Some don’t reach their destination

and countless are lost in transit.

The parcel that arrives at the end of its journey

is stronger;

branded with battle scars.

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Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)