Charlie Accetta en Philosophy, Creative Writers, Writers 30/9/2016 · 1 min de lectura · 1,6K

Castaway

Castaway



If a man should stand upon a rock facing the sea and if he should speak to the foaming, wide expanse that gave birth to the sandcrawlers and swallowed them whole whenever they returned, what should he say? How does one speak to a denying mother? How does one speak to God? If the whole of the ocean came crashing down upon him as he stood upon that rock, if the water lay waste the beach and then, dragging its remains in the ebb, scar the land it created, should he fear getting wet or fear never drying? Should he fear life’s end or fear never dying?

Our mortality immortalizes us. Among the swirling lights in the night sky, stars of a certain age and condition emit one last call to the radio telescopes of Carnarvon before they sign off. The message is unclear, less a thought than a gasp. There are so many other lights to turn toward, rather than a few newly dark spots. But we linger on them for a moment and remember those lights, as someone else someday will remember ours.

I have stood on this beach, on this island, wearing what was left of me, holding on to some memory that will not go quietly. Each grain of sand sifting through my toes is a universe unto itself. Each universe knowing the gross scale of existence and barely acknowledging that things within shall live and die, only acknowledging that they must. If I should stand on that rock I shall say that, if it is my turn to be swallowed whole, I will first make one last call to Carnarvon.


Chas ✌️ Wyatt 7/10/2016 · #18

There is a safe harbor in Gwynedd on the edge of Snowdonia where the ancestors of the Ordovices still dwell near to Bontnewydd and Caeathro. May you always be as steadfast and resolute as Llywelyn ap Gruffudd.

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Irene Hackett 3/10/2016 · #17

#13 How exciting! 😄 Thank you @Franci Eugenia Hoffman

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Charles David Upchurch 3/10/2016 · #16

Poetic prose, @Charlie Accetta. I hope this is not your last call to Carnarvon. You have so much left to share with us!

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Melissa Hefferman 3/10/2016 · #15

Maybe there truly is nothing to fear but fear itself. I'm on the beach, should the sea wash me away tomorrow, I will smile on the way. Maybe we don't speak to God, maybe we speak through God, maybe we are God. Maybe I know you, in Carnarvon.

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Franci Eugenia Hoffman 3/10/2016 · #14

Very enjoyable @Charlie Accetta. Welcome to beBee.

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Franci Eugenia Hoffman 3/10/2016 · #13

#11 Adding Sanctuary hive to next Hive Talk.

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Deb 🐝 Helfrich 2/10/2016 · #12

@Charlie Accetta - I don't specialize either. I am captivated by the phrase "wearing what was left of me" Poignantly evocative.

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Irene Hackett 2/10/2016 · #11

@Charlie Accetta - simply splendid! Sharing in 'Sanctuary hive'!

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