Beginning

April 6, 2012
By HAL9000 PLATINUM, Springfield, Massachusetts
HAL9000 PLATINUM, Springfield, Massachusetts
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Thick air rolls in through open windows as our vehicle glides down a winding road.
Like explorers in early times, we creep along, searching for that single place that completes the journey.
Winds gust and skies darken in spite of our arrival.
Emerald sails whip about while malicious clouds release the storms first drops.
A house stands formidably against the backdrop of a dense forest.
Inside, the residence is alit and bustling with activity.
Cardboard guardians occasionally block our path, stacked high and filled with familiar treasures.
There is little comfort as lightning repeatedly strikes, stubbornly attempting to split open the sky.
On the second floor, at the end of the hall, a breeze whistles gently through a screen.
The raging spirit of the outside is quelled as prodigious clouds scatter,
making way for the stars and the moon to appear.
The spears of the forest become welcoming branches as the land pleads for understanding.
With my home’s foundation holding strong, I open my eyes and accept what is to come.

The author's comments:
The poem is based on my experience of moving into a new house about six years back.

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