Words from a Spoken Darkness

Anna-Maria Barbaro

Description

In the midst of our adventures of love and happiness, at times we are riddled with grief and heartbreak. In this loneliness, we all reach out to survive the journey that we call life. Through poetry and prose, this book delves into love, religion, politics and most importantly, into the darkest corners of our lives to let you know that you are not alone.

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
• Date de parution: 30 octobre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528965231
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Words from a Spoken Darkness
Anna-Maria Barbaro
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
Words from a Spoken Darkness About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgement Prelude Introduction Caved-Up Dreams The Core Under the Crust Confess, Confess, Confess The Babylon Queen Although You Will Never Know Eternally Prescribed The Ways of Love Imperfection of Love How to Love a Man No Reason Awaken with Content Eternally Bound Star Dwindling Moment Wings of a Falcon Brothers in Arms The Pauper and the King Immortal Memory Voyage Goodbye Bury My Love Drumbeat Heart The Last Fort Untangled Strings Foolish Perfect Answer Currents of the Wind Man of God Sword of Love The Rags of Riches The Uncounted War Anchoring Scale Lady of the Rose Sleeping on Clouds Acquainted First Your Choice Promises of Tomorrow Conclusion
About the Author
Anna-Maria Barbaro lives in Sydney, Australia, where she studied her Bachelor of Arts degree at the University of Notre Dame and her Master of Media and Production degree at the University of Technology Sydney. Her working background is predominantly in Acting and Directing for the screen, which she promotes through her Instagram account.
In her spare time, she spends writing short films and poetry. Words from a Spoken Darkness is a composition of said poetry over the last decade.
About the Book
In the midst of our adventures of love and happiness, at times we are riddled with grief and heartbreak. In this loneliness, we all reach out to survive the journey that we call life. Through poetry and prose, this book delves into love, religion, politics and most importantly, into the darkest corners of our lives to let you know that you are not alone.
Dedication
To all depression sufferers worldwide.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Anna-Maria Barbaro (2019)
The right of Anna-Maria Barbaro to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528965231 (ePub e-book)
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Acknowledgement
Thank you to my parents. You have been the ones to set me on this journey and this book is a seed of your love to me. To the ones I call my little ones, thank you for believing in me and giving me the courage to keep on going. Finally, I am eternally grateful to the man I adore that makes all things possible.
Prelude
We are all born children of the light. We have to breathe and we breathe as one. We have to eat and so we eat. We think in patterns of thought, but we think differently; nonetheless, our instruments are the same. Given two hands, given two legs, eyes to see, mouth to speak and tongue to taste. Then there is our brain, a brain to think; and a heart, a heart to love and feel.
My story starts with a ‘once upon a time’ and finishes with an end. The middle is sure to have you guessing, for it is told by life and was ignited by the shadows of darkness. Let us take a walk with the tale I wish you to read, it tells of a journey through the footprints of a girl who was simple, not special but held onto a dream. A dream of hope, that one day she would look out the window to see and hear the sounds of life embrace her tenderly.
Introduction
Amidst the winter darkness, the fog cleared the way for quiet words to trickle down branches of the fresh morning dew. The childish voice of every letter inhabited her soul with the echoed messages, thoughts and stories untold. Each character clearly chiselled out with the movement of a wrist and the placement of her pen and ink, sprawling love across the pages of a canvas as its muse was gazed upon in adoration. Her eyes were mesmerised by what lay in front of a pallet of paint. Ideas of capturing and feeling love’s embodiment through words, placed her upon her knees in worship, paying homage through gifts given up to her gods on Thanksgiving this day. The sudden draft of winter’s air was made present once more as it crept its way in through the temple doors, circulating a coldness that the soul could not bear. So cold did the darkness grow that frost soon gave way to the snow. For all her prayers and writings were written in urgency as she watched love flee from the last dying drops of her ink. Every spoken letter concealed her cries for help. A piling Everest of sorrow was hidden with a written simile or metaphor.
In all its cleverness, the ink could not cut the head of her beastie dragon. So the beast grew in anger, bickering in its loneliness, sick of the judgement of those who had wished it sleighed. So, it breathed out a fiery scream, yelling words upon the closing of night, “As warm as winter’s ice, my heart hungers for a humid embrace, for I am displaced and labelled a monster without any other opposing reflections to be reflected upon in a mirror of my watery tears. Yet my soul lay as harmless as a child, innocent to the deceptive ways of the world. Shall I compare my loss to the embrace of death’s hug? Shall I long for tenderness but be forbidden to feel and be nourished by its fruits? Am I subjected to feel nothing and only see a void of emptiness because my ending was decided before my beginning was written?” Then the beastie dragon hovered over the grounds, its icy breath carried with it the scent of defeat, but managed to harvest its simple words of inner growth amongst the farmers’ fields. It speaks only when it is spoken to. Letters spelt out in thoughts, thoughts wishing to be touched, heard or seen in an unseen world. Neglectfully, everyone failed to see that within the monster lay the inner soul of a child whose parents left it astray.
Plunging with a racer’s leap, the dragon’s scaly head popped out from the darkness, sick of seeking desperation and its produce, a desperado fighting to make its face present and show off its true colours to a crowd that mocked at its very lingering manner amongst them this day.
“What beauty could lie in disfigurement, suffering and pain? Please turn that face away!” yelled out the crowd in a strained ache. “Do not show your face, for it shall shed light onto the minds of the educated, who have clouded their knowledge of truth with what they so think is rightful judgment. What remains to be unseen is kept in its trenches, buried with it is the truth for what is unknown, and what is unseen cannot cause damage to the order of things.