A Story Untold

This week What Pegman Saw takes us to Azadi Tower, Tehran, Iran © Avesta Naseri Google Maps

Having never been to Iran, I hope my story following has done this amazing site more of a justice than an injustice. I would love to know what you think, Ladane!

Other contributors’ stories can be found by clicking the la’al blue froggy button below.


A STORY UNTOLD

by

Kelvin M. Knight

By day or by night, you savour this tower. More beautiful than any woman. More beautiful than all your children combined. This tower is where your life began and where your life will surely end. In-between is a story, yet this story is not yours to tell. Telling is owning, and this tower is owned by nobody. How can such beauty be owned? This kind of beauty must be enjoyed. And perhaps loved, just a little. 

The littlest love for this tower’s charming curves, these adorable angles sweeping into the sky like the wind, while at the same time settling on the ground like the feathers of a thousand doves. A million doves. Who knows?

Knowing treads towards knowledge and knowledge tramples into power. And your trampling days are done. Now you wait, crosslegged, for those refreshing raindrops, to relish how they might dance with this tower’s majesty today.

(150 words)

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22 thoughts on “A Story Untold

  1. Definitely a strongly mysterious thread here, Kelvin. I’m wondering at the significance of the tower, why it has been so highly prized and marvelled over by the ‘you’ of the story. Perhaps the builder or architect in thrall to his own creation? Fascinating and meditative piece.

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  2. Wow! As Penny said, there is tranquility in this piece but also power – as stated through the acquiring of knowledge. Love the reference to dove wings grounding the structure for one doesn’t often think of bird wings doing such a thing.

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  3. This is a lovely, tranquil piece, Kelvin, with your main character having attained a serenity of existence. It’s a persuasive argument for acceptance of matters as they are. It’s made me think.
    You present a contrast between action and acceptance as “Knowing treads towards knowledge and knowledge tramples into power. And your trampling days are done.” Maybe your assertion is right; I would prefer to think, though, that there is some way of maintaining a creative tension between action and contemplation…and is it actually inevitable that knowledge will trample into power, I wonder?

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      1. Thank you Kelvin, have you some words for my prompt…. I’m hoping for a response from all my 580 readers, I’ve sent a message to one and all……It’s taking me a while hehehe….

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