Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Week in Seven Words #81

glare
A flash of lightning fills up the window like an enraged eye peering into the room.

justification
It's the same situation with the same actors, but I describe it quite differently depending on the person I'm talking to.

manifest
Before leaving the library I drop my backpack on the sofa by the exit and start to rearrange its contents. That's when I see him wave hello from the other end of the room. He comes over, we talk, and the tightness in my chest eases. Sometimes a friend is there at the exact right moment, just when you need friendship most but don't hope for it or think to ask.

parabolic
The shape of the past few years resembles in some ways an inverted parabola, arcing up and then declining.

phrenic
Until the decision is made, it's difficult to breathe.

slops
The writing is ragged with indecision. A sluggish paragraph is cut through by a flash of insight all in capslocks, followed by a puddle of diluted thoughts that trickle off in ellipses.

treading
I look like I'm getting somewhere, typing and rifling through papers, but it's only an illusion of progress. Over time I grow tired and start to sink.


4 comments:

naida said...

Loving 'justification' and isn't 'manifest' a wonderful thing?

HKatz said...

Thanks for stopping by. The 'manifest' moment was a blessing :)

Elisheva said...

There is a starkness here and a darker edge, all important as it is to experience too, and fluid as ever in your flow. Like Light, Manifest brightens it all. I hope more chest opening moments come too for you, I know it well. Thanks again x

John Hayes said...

As Elisha says, there is an edge to these--the enraged eye, the inverted parabola, the ragged writing, the "sinking." Beautifully described, but hoping that better times await you soon!