Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:08:10 GMT -5
This is my new year's gift to those of you who haven't read this gorgeousness the first nth times I had recommended. I deem it one of Hari T. (Rainbow)'s best works and the poem is inspiring in its awe-worthy grandeur. The verses implicit in imagery never fail to invoke emotion for me.
Just thought I'd move this from the archives because no one goes there and at the moment I have neither the time nor the incentive for its upkeep.
Kindly review.
Challenge words: Taj Mahal, Lesson, Monument, Love, Reminisce
Genre: Angsty-romance
Pairing: Orli/Keira
A/N: Think Roses: a lesson of beauty. Too soon a memory but forever remembered! (words by Reens)
“Lesson number one…” Orlando slammed the door behind him as he entered Keira’s apartment and threw a bag into the lap of her outstretched figure. “…when you set me a mean challenge, expect a mean one in return!” He pushed her legs of the couch so he could sit down next to her and glared as she rummaged in the bag.
“Awww, poor baby. Did you find my little task tricky?” She chided, pulling out numerous candy bars and lining them up on the coffee table in alphabetical order. “Aero, Bounty, Crunchie, Dime, Echo, Fredo… good, very good, Orlando.” He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, knowing what was coming next.
“Yorkie, Yorkie, Yorkie, Yorkie… Why so many Yorkies? Wait a second what’s this?” She pulled out the receipt for all the chocolate bars that had Orlando’s handwriting scrawled all over it.
“I owe you chocolate bars beginning with I, Q, X and Z,” she read allowed before scowling at him but he was already hiding behind a cushion, held protectively in front of his face in anticipation.
“Why are you hiding from me, Orlando sweetheart?” Keira asked in her best sweet-and-innocent voice, batting her eyes and pouting slightly.
“The extra Yorkies…” Orlando tried to defend himself, “to make up for…” His attempt was futile; she was upon him in an instant, tickling mercilessly. They were in a compromising position when she finally desisted and both pulled apart, coughing at the awkwardness and internally cringing at the situation they were in.
“So…” Orlando began. “Er… Did you have a good morning then? Jamie was…”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, looking away and bringing a hand to her forehead in despair.
“Sorry… I… here,” he stammered, handing her a magazine he had purchased in the only shopping area on the island of St. Vincent. He had felt slightly silly buying 26 chocolate bars and thought getting the magazine as well, somehow made it less ridiculous.
“What’s this?” Keira asked, taking it from him, grateful for the subject change but cautious as to what it had changed to. “The Taj Mahal?” She questioned observing the image on the cover.
“It’s your challenge,” Orlando informed, turning the pages in her hand to a double page spread of the monument.
“You want me to go to the Taj Mahal?”<br>
“Some day you should.” He leant back into the sofa and sighed. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he glanced at Keira quickly as if considering something before reverting his gaze back to the wall as he continued to reminisce. “Those pictures are nothing compared… to see it when the… at dusk. None of the fancy colours of a sun set illuminating it, none of the elongated shadows or the silhouetting. To see it when it is at its most bare, it’s just… inspirational.” He remained silent staring at the vivid image he had created, in not just his mind. Keira watched his involvement with the respect and adoration she held for everything he did and said until he turned and caught her gaze.
“That’s your challenge,” he stated as if she should now understand perfectly. “To write me a poem. A poem about beauty and vision and honesty; a poem about the Taj Mahal.” They sat in silence for a moment, Keira wanting to protest, to dum-down her writing ability, to tell him she couldn’t possibly do the image justice. Orlando wanting to stay, to sit and watch her write, to watch as thoughts appeared and developed and progressed into the beautiful words he knew she was capable of.
“Right,” he said, breaking the silence. “Well, I must go. Kate will be waiting to shoot me for not letting the dog out.” He put a hand on her knee and used it to push himself up before turning to face her. “I will see you this evening.” He yawned and stretched his arms above his head before leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Make it a good one, Keira!” he called over his shoulder, as he made his way to the door. “Don’t forget I spent the whole morning wandering around St. Vincent trying to find chocolate bars for you,” he chuckled to himself before adding: “and there better be some of those left by this evening!”
And with that he was gone, leaving Keira to stare at a closed door. She wandered over to her radio, listened to five seconds of Hoobastank’s Running Away before groaning in despair and turning it off again. Slumping back on the couch she picked up the magazine and studied the images, re-running his description through her mind.
She sighed, throwing the magazine back onto the table and picked up a pen and the back of her Pirates II script, that happened to be lying on the coffee table. “Here goes nothing,” she mumbled, as words began to scrawl themselves across the page.
“Who was at the door, love?” Orlando called, as he jumped out of the en-suit shower wrapping a towel loosely around his waist and making his way to the bedroom door.
“Keira, and hurry up. We’re going to be late!” Kate scowled at his choice of dinner wear. Orlando smirked, as she looked him up and down.
“Keira? I thought we were meeting her there.”<br>
“No, she not going. She’s not feeling so good. She came to tell us that and also to give you this,” she handed him an unlabeled white envelope. “Your challenge is completed, I think were her exact words. Anyway get dressed first, then read, then we have to go!” She pushed him back into the bedroom, kissed him on the cheek and put the envelope on the bed before leaving him to it.
He sat on the bed dumfounded. She had proven him right, in so many ways! No wonder she wasn’t going to the meal. Suddenly he felt very sick himself, but he couldn’t leave Johnny on his own with the director and producer. It never ended well.
“Orlando!”
“Coming.”
Some things just have to be put on hold…
Just thought I'd move this from the archives because no one goes there and at the moment I have neither the time nor the incentive for its upkeep.
Kindly review.
Lesson of Beauty
By Hari T
By Hari T
Challenge words: Taj Mahal, Lesson, Monument, Love, Reminisce
Genre: Angsty-romance
Pairing: Orli/Keira
A/N: Think Roses: a lesson of beauty. Too soon a memory but forever remembered! (words by Reens)
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“Lesson number one…” Orlando slammed the door behind him as he entered Keira’s apartment and threw a bag into the lap of her outstretched figure. “…when you set me a mean challenge, expect a mean one in return!” He pushed her legs of the couch so he could sit down next to her and glared as she rummaged in the bag.
“Awww, poor baby. Did you find my little task tricky?” She chided, pulling out numerous candy bars and lining them up on the coffee table in alphabetical order. “Aero, Bounty, Crunchie, Dime, Echo, Fredo… good, very good, Orlando.” He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, knowing what was coming next.
“Yorkie, Yorkie, Yorkie, Yorkie… Why so many Yorkies? Wait a second what’s this?” She pulled out the receipt for all the chocolate bars that had Orlando’s handwriting scrawled all over it.
“I owe you chocolate bars beginning with I, Q, X and Z,” she read allowed before scowling at him but he was already hiding behind a cushion, held protectively in front of his face in anticipation.
“Why are you hiding from me, Orlando sweetheart?” Keira asked in her best sweet-and-innocent voice, batting her eyes and pouting slightly.
“The extra Yorkies…” Orlando tried to defend himself, “to make up for…” His attempt was futile; she was upon him in an instant, tickling mercilessly. They were in a compromising position when she finally desisted and both pulled apart, coughing at the awkwardness and internally cringing at the situation they were in.
“So…” Orlando began. “Er… Did you have a good morning then? Jamie was…”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, looking away and bringing a hand to her forehead in despair.
“Sorry… I… here,” he stammered, handing her a magazine he had purchased in the only shopping area on the island of St. Vincent. He had felt slightly silly buying 26 chocolate bars and thought getting the magazine as well, somehow made it less ridiculous.
“What’s this?” Keira asked, taking it from him, grateful for the subject change but cautious as to what it had changed to. “The Taj Mahal?” She questioned observing the image on the cover.
“It’s your challenge,” Orlando informed, turning the pages in her hand to a double page spread of the monument.
“You want me to go to the Taj Mahal?”<br>
“Some day you should.” He leant back into the sofa and sighed. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he glanced at Keira quickly as if considering something before reverting his gaze back to the wall as he continued to reminisce. “Those pictures are nothing compared… to see it when the… at dusk. None of the fancy colours of a sun set illuminating it, none of the elongated shadows or the silhouetting. To see it when it is at its most bare, it’s just… inspirational.” He remained silent staring at the vivid image he had created, in not just his mind. Keira watched his involvement with the respect and adoration she held for everything he did and said until he turned and caught her gaze.
“That’s your challenge,” he stated as if she should now understand perfectly. “To write me a poem. A poem about beauty and vision and honesty; a poem about the Taj Mahal.” They sat in silence for a moment, Keira wanting to protest, to dum-down her writing ability, to tell him she couldn’t possibly do the image justice. Orlando wanting to stay, to sit and watch her write, to watch as thoughts appeared and developed and progressed into the beautiful words he knew she was capable of.
“Right,” he said, breaking the silence. “Well, I must go. Kate will be waiting to shoot me for not letting the dog out.” He put a hand on her knee and used it to push himself up before turning to face her. “I will see you this evening.” He yawned and stretched his arms above his head before leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Make it a good one, Keira!” he called over his shoulder, as he made his way to the door. “Don’t forget I spent the whole morning wandering around St. Vincent trying to find chocolate bars for you,” he chuckled to himself before adding: “and there better be some of those left by this evening!”
And with that he was gone, leaving Keira to stare at a closed door. She wandered over to her radio, listened to five seconds of Hoobastank’s Running Away before groaning in despair and turning it off again. Slumping back on the couch she picked up the magazine and studied the images, re-running his description through her mind.
She sighed, throwing the magazine back onto the table and picked up a pen and the back of her Pirates II script, that happened to be lying on the coffee table. “Here goes nothing,” she mumbled, as words began to scrawl themselves across the page.
“Who was at the door, love?” Orlando called, as he jumped out of the en-suit shower wrapping a towel loosely around his waist and making his way to the bedroom door.
“Keira, and hurry up. We’re going to be late!” Kate scowled at his choice of dinner wear. Orlando smirked, as she looked him up and down.
“Keira? I thought we were meeting her there.”<br>
“No, she not going. She’s not feeling so good. She came to tell us that and also to give you this,” she handed him an unlabeled white envelope. “Your challenge is completed, I think were her exact words. Anyway get dressed first, then read, then we have to go!” She pushed him back into the bedroom, kissed him on the cheek and put the envelope on the bed before leaving him to it.
Orlando:
I saved you the whisper, and here is your poem.
Love Keira x
Lesson of Beauty
Lines of symmetry
Parallel to your life and to my piety.
Everything meets in a horizon of time
When gaudiness is stripped bare
In memory of a radiance.
A confession of love that stood strong
In towering fidelity when life fell.
A promise in stone with a legacy in vista;
A symbol of eternity and to be deified always.
Destroyed by what you deduced;
Presumptions of a love without fear.
Whispers of another way
A secret long lost to despair.
Strength found in the arms of another
As every second weakens hope.
Promises never made and never kept
From a breathing insomnia within.
Diminished to your desire
An understanding known to few.
Instance trespasses on our dreams
When fallen petals herald the acrid thorn.
As time turns into saturated dust
Too soon a memory but forever remembered.
To reminisce is a lesson of beauty.
I saved you the whisper, and here is your poem.
Love Keira x
Lesson of Beauty
Lines of symmetry
Parallel to your life and to my piety.
Everything meets in a horizon of time
When gaudiness is stripped bare
In memory of a radiance.
A confession of love that stood strong
In towering fidelity when life fell.
A promise in stone with a legacy in vista;
A symbol of eternity and to be deified always.
Destroyed by what you deduced;
Presumptions of a love without fear.
Whispers of another way
A secret long lost to despair.
Strength found in the arms of another
As every second weakens hope.
Promises never made and never kept
From a breathing insomnia within.
Diminished to your desire
An understanding known to few.
Instance trespasses on our dreams
When fallen petals herald the acrid thorn.
As time turns into saturated dust
Too soon a memory but forever remembered.
To reminisce is a lesson of beauty.
He sat on the bed dumfounded. She had proven him right, in so many ways! No wonder she wasn’t going to the meal. Suddenly he felt very sick himself, but he couldn’t leave Johnny on his own with the director and producer. It never ended well.
“Orlando!”
“Coming.”
Some things just have to be put on hold…
