Dead Forest Pandemonium

edit: may 2008

Dead Forest Pandemonium: the Sentence of the Last Flower.

“When all was over, home came Winter- every branch, bough, trunk and root perished under the cruelty of the overwhelming snow. Except one…it survived even the snow’s cruelty and the fury of the blizzard. This one still shone bright with imprisoned colors even if lost in the middle of all the blinding whiteness. It was alone in a world of dead and dying trees- a lovely flower amongst snappy twigs.

Home came winter…she bears razor sharp scissors in her hand. She holds within her existence the cruel coldness, the dying hope, broken dreams; a bleeding heart and death incarnate. She is the inevitable result, a nightmare woven by those who learn how to surrender.

It who shone bright and survived beyond all endings resolves to bow down showing submission. Its passion still persists… still retains some heat of life. A drop of water formed from frozen morning dew runs down its shape. In its path down the droplet gathers all the forgotten memories. The final moment comes near, but the seeds are immature. In this new ending the one realizes that it is the last of its kind. Her presence is felt. “So where shall I cut?”- the lady asks.

Home became Winter….”

I made this piece as part of a series called The Heartbreak Symphony that started with The Repression of Frustrations: of How I Learned to Sing in Silence. It is a metaphor for human relationship dynamics- pertaining especially to love & pain. Inspiration was taken from events that have occurred to me during this year.