Evoking epic poems of a long-gone age, Three Dreams of the World's Creation and Soledad: Letters to My Daughter presents a three-part novella in free verse that provides an interpretation of the beginning of mankind. Author juanantoñio first addresses th

Three Dreams of the World's Creation and Soledad: Letters to My Daughter

By juanantoñio

abbott press

Copyright © 2012 juanantoñio
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4582-0386-1

Contents

Three Dreams of the World's Creation.....................1Part I...................................................2Part II..................................................5Part III.................................................8Part IV..................................................13Part V...................................................17Part I...................................................19Part II..................................................22Part III.................................................26Part IV..................................................29Part V...................................................34Part VI..................................................36Part VII:................................................50The Third Dream:.........................................53Epilogue.................................................85Soledad: Letters To My Daughter..........................91Prologue.................................................92

Chapter One

The First Dream: a humble scribe's tale of an ancient god

    Part I

    Beneath the earth, he opened first his eyes
    Mountain ranges fell to dust and void
    And countless times merged as rock, world and man
    Then past all time, word and deed
    To void again unchanged
    Frozen time in glacial form flowed sinking
    Into cradling holes before creation
    And toward its end dragging mountain boulders
    Across the face of imagined history
    Deeply scarring possibility

    And yet he climbed toward the light

    Made of flesh and form
    Which would give birth to humankind
    Granite leeching into bone
    Moving as rock and gas and water to eternal beat
    Dispersed, as fingers grasping emptiness
    Coalescing each in its own place as named
    Their pace not measured by human span or thought
    But by galaxies unhurried, birthing and dying

    He climbed, each step measuring a life

    A life sloughed off
    To start again, a step then death,
    Each death adding to the next, an endless once
    He died every man and woman
    Which would ever live and die
    These numbered all things that life contains

    Each mite, crawling, flying, swimming thing,
    Each blade of grass and grain of sand
    Until each step numbered countless lives
    With each sloughed life, there died all things
    And every word and act

    Unending climb in dark

    Light unknown but yearned
    Gave direction to his climb
    Past countless pits and halls
    Through narrow inclined paths
    Glimmering specks hushed the water rivulets
    That rushed eternal to where he had been
    Small points of light gave shape to a curving path
    With clouds of glowing light-made haze
    With silver flecks, brightly shining
    The word light was born
    Now spoken, now called by name
    Though yet again mountain ranges fell to dust
    And rose again before
    He entered the earth's domed blue sky

    And walked among the living and dying things
    All grass and fruit

    He left no trace of his passing there
    For with each step, the grass
    Recomposed itself
    He felt a void and could find no path
    Nor one create
    Passing into the time of the sun and moon
    Of living things, of pain and loss
    Of death, regret and sin
    Of man's thought, deed, and words

    Which all betray

    And so he bitterly exclaimed:

    Though now just born to light
    I feel the sins
    Of all unborn and yet to be
    I need to be of rock and darkness hewn to bear
    A weight as this, all things foreseen
    Not from godly sight but felt pain and loss
    What hand has torn me from
    The earth and water down below?
    Eternal life though in black night is better than
    This quicksilver time of soledad
    Cursed be this tyrant god
    Whose ends through my travails
    And pain will be revealed
    And yet the pain is small and easily borne, all loss
    And pain, regret, defiance but a grain of sand

    To this yearning void compared


    Part II

    In the darkest water's depth
    The incandescent rocks made her body shine
    As a red dwarf pulsing star
    With mouth agape against the sinuous
    Current that gives nourishment to all
    The gliding creatures of the dense nutrient sea

    With graceful fins to maintain her place
    Facing the red glowing warmth
    No thought, stillness nor desire
    Swallowing the swirling sea
    The great weight strove to crush her
    The current's filling flow held her
    Balanced between the crush and flow
    All creation birthing, dying
    Born again through her
    Until she craved the light
    Not knowing its kind or name

    Woman your name is spoken
    All life, all seed of life has flowed through you
    So that you may fertilize the land
    With all living things that are to come
    These words, each one a bell resounding
    Awakened some part of her
    That understood and could see beyond
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