Silver WInd
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Well I have been in a wierd place today, so this is one of my more surreal peices that I have not done in a while.
Mayhem
The jester laughed
over the cup that crashed
a splash
Watched from behind
the eyes of the mask
standing witness, judge
and jury.
There was a gasp
filled the room
right up through to the dome
where the sky was painted
a flesh and bone fresco
Questions pulled like
teeth grown infected
out of every presented
answer.
While the maiden wept
within the corner
a blood spotted handkerchief.
The child born unwanted
within the ally
cried for the forgotten
but they danced on the graves
of those who never came home.
So wove the tale
the jester did
for the profit of a pair
of watching eyes
decked all in silver
and gold
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I fround that throughtly amusing.
Just one little thing I wanted to point out
Japanese-Americans we locked in prison camps,
While Germans walked free!
That is techniqually not true. There were in fact both Germans and Italians who were intured, it is not as well known and it was not in as great of numbers, but it still did happen.
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"Right of course, I nearly forgot about that"
Taps her index finger against her chin for a moment in thought
"Well you know there is not much light up there in the snow, but every now and then you get lucky and the sky clears up and then the sun catches on the snow, just so. It makes for quite a lovely affect. I had to wait for just the right moment to take the picture to get everything just so. The light has caught her dress in just such a way to make it appear almost transparent. And her silver white hair has a shimmer to to it and is blown back slightly within the passing breeze. She is posed standing just upon the snow against the white winter backdrop surrounding her with her head turned up slightly toward the sky and her face nicely out lined showing the rather strong line of her jaw, and delicate curve of her neck. Her lips are pursed together in a look of wonder, and one of her hands rests down at her side and the other arm is borught up so her hand is placed just against her chest in a light finger touch.
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Drink
Serenity found
at the bottom of a bottle
where troubles seem to drown
steadily
drip
drip
drip
drop by drop
like liquid in an IV
it is too late
by the time you see
your own life is being
drained away
slowly it begins to fade
as old images in a sun worn photograph
faces once were familiar
now gone
it is not lightness that is felt
of bad memories washed away
but a heaviness
like stone
in which you sink
even faster far below
find yourself standing alone
drop
by
drop
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I have just started reading The Silver Wolf by Alice Borchardt and so far it is pretty intresting, right now I am only a little into the thrid chapter but it seems like a good story thus far.
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I really like the way each stanza has its own rhyme
I cannot breathe inside this box...
You've got my heart in silver locks.
Why have you gone from me?
For some reason this one in particualr sticks out to me
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Empty Space
The darkness falls
in a quiet space
fill the emptiness
in silence serenade
Memories tinged
around the edges
made bittersweet.
Blurred is the vision
of images once painted
in the sunshine
But there is a tenderness
here that seems to loose
itself among colors and noise.
Peacefulness inspired
by these melancholy days
to close our eyes and
drift away.
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Thank you, re-reading, I think you are right, it would sound better without that "to" there
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Thanks for catching that for me, I always seem to have a habbit of leaving them out.
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I must be in a wierd state of mind these days. As my work has been taking an odd turn, but here is another of my more odd piscies.
Fright
I have heard it said before
to a frightened child in the corner
that if monsters come
close your eyes and count
to ten,
they say it does not exist
does not exist
I would like to think
that I could close my eyes
and make the world go away
I thought I would try on one
dark day,
yet it still remains
still remains
So I am the child living
among nightmares
and ghosts, I imagine
they all point and laugh
with grim faces,
and I closed my eyes
closed my eyes
But they did not go away
everything is just the way
I had tried to leave it far behind
within my sleep reality
chases me,
wish I could shut it out
shut it out
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This is so vivid, it turly paints a picture and the end in particular was turly gripping, and so sad.
The only thing I would suggest, is giving "The girl" a name, as the use of the words "the girl" and "her" throughout the story did become a bit redundent after a while.
frozen swamp pond,
This seemed a bit awkard, as swamps and ponds tend to be too sperate things. It might have been better to just say
frozen swamp,
or
swampy pond
But those are just little things. Overall, a great story.
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"Well I first I had to hike up into the mountains, and find a spot within the icy snowy barren land to dig out a little snow cave for myself to keep wore, well I sat and waited. She is very shy in most cases you know and does not come out very often. I had to sit out for days in the snow, and was just staring to drift off to sleep when I saw something. A movement out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed my camra and waited and there she appeared.
Her skin is quite pale, she does not really get much sun you know. She rather dislikes it really, sensitive and such to the sunshine, and she has long flowing white hair and the most pericing blue eyes. Though they are tinged with sorrow from being so lonely and all. She wears a very lovely white gown, quite flowy in the wind.
Oh yes I almost forgot "
Digs around for a moment before pulling out a peice of parchment and sets it on the table.
"Here is the profile you requested"
Hair: very long, hagning slightly past waist level, chest nut colored. Usually worn in a braid to keep it out of the way.
Eye: Hazel
Basic charactertis: Full figured, voluptious, somewhat light skinned, with a bit of a tan. About 5'6.
Wardrobe: Favoers long flowing skirts, and peseant blouses with bell sleaves. Likes to wear lots of silver jewlary, espcailly rings. Usually does not bother wearing shoes. Is most found of the colors, green, blue, and purple.
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Franny and Zoey is cool. I like Franny's story better than Zoey's. Salinger needs to get off that mountain or where ever he's currently hiding now and finish the Glass Family Saga.
I just finnised reading it, and it was intresting. I would have liked a little more of Franny's story, but I did quite enjoy Zooey.
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You're really developing a knack for controlling the flow of a poem using line breaks. Very interesting. If it weren't done quite as frequently as you do it and with as much care it would definitely seem awkward. You are definitely staying on the tight-rope.
Thank you very much for that, it is most apperciated, and as always glad you enjoy and it is good to hear from you
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This was quite intresting and enjoyable to read. Perosnally I like the inconsistency of the repeated last line, and the way it changes slightly with every verse, it was a unique way of presenting it I thought. For some reaosn this kind of made me think of the Grapes of Wrath
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Lost Childhood
Remember those careless days
in the sunshine with sun tanned
bare feet kicking up the waterhole
Now lost it seems, as if within
a winter's haze, the seasons pass
just as fast as innocence begins
to wither away
Dreams blown upon the wind
like daffodil wishes
will they ever been seen again?
No longer chasing dragonflies
for dragons, or dancing with
the fairies.
The world seems to shrink
and nothing is quite as remembered
a favored tree appears less noble
It is a bittersweet realization
summer days loose their sacred
meaning and something is lost
that can never be regained.
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Thank you for sharing that poem.
While yours maintains the same cyclical nature—from the earth all things rise and to the earth all things return—you seem to make the statement with far less negativity. This was a very nice effort indeed.
Thank you, it is nice to see I accomplished my intent, as I was hoping it would end up sounding negative.
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Thank you it is a pleasure to hear from you. I am glad you enjoyed it
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Fragile Warrior
A rose among the snow
last fading rebel
still holding on
long has its comrades fallen
wilting begins to encroach
yet it has not withered and died
brown tinges eat away
within the chill
color begins to pale
but with valiance
it still stands
wavering in the winds
bit by bit life drained away
soon it will fall
scattered like drops
of blood.
Weep not for the
defined blossom
while it shudders upon the stem
bravely it had made its stand
but now as all things
a time has passed
back into the ground
it must return
at last.
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hehe yes I know what you meant, that is what I was refering to, sorry if I did not word it very well and did not make myself clear.
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I really loved the first stazana and the comparison of writer/poetry to architecture, and building the foundations of a building. Some unique imagery I thought
It powders the mortar that binds us
I loved this line.
I really like the way the secound stanze was structured. And the first line
Poetry is a supernova!
I think really grabs the attention.
And I loved this
Where before only zombies dared dwell.
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It has a very, "ghost observing the world" kind of feel. I can read it as either the literal ghost interpretation or as a person who is seeing the world through a ghost-like haze. Not sure which I like better at the moment.
That is an intresting way to look at it, and yes I can see where you would get that feeling, and well I suppose there are times when I do feel ghost like in my observations of the world, or of myself.
The one point that is a bit confusing to me, and perhaps you could help me out here, is the transition from second person plural to first person singular near the end. "to release our fears/so we must give into tears" becomes "I am the lost one/I am the fallen one". Is this an intentional shift or an oops?
It is more or less intentional, when I frist wrote this I was not really thinking about it but then when I decdied to strcututure into more of a poem, there was something about the affect of it that I liked, so I decided to leave it as it is.
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Stumbles in teeth chattering and mumbling to herself as she dusts off a few left over flakes of snow from her coat, feeling the warmth of the Banquet room start to spread over she makes her way over to the hearth and shrugs off the coat to hang it on a peg on the wall before taking a seat. Rubbing her hands together a moment to help get warmed up for a few moments, and begins to feel sensation come back into her fingers once more before she pulls out a carefully kept folder and sets it upon the top of the table and opens it up to remove the photograph from inside.
"Well it was not easy, you do have rather difficult tastes."
She says as she glacnes up to the scaely beast for a moment and just mutters to herself and shakes her head. Wondering how she keeps letting herself get talked into these little escapdes to start with.
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Well this one is a bit different, and a bit strange, and sort of abstract in nature. It started out as a stream of concious of sorts, but overall I liked it. Just made a couple adaptations to it.
The Lost One
There is no one here
to release our fears
so we must give into tears
bitter where they fall
searching through the wall
we all just float by upon the air
but I was left hiding behind the stair.
The cold comes for me
and yet I have embraced her
icy fingers, trying to drag me
down.
Flailing limbs hit the backside
but those watching eyes take all
in stride.
I am the lost one
I am the fallen one
Wonder where that door leads
down another unnamed floor
all these flowers
stacking coffins into towers
and there it is, that smirk
that tells all
and I know I have lost.
Mayhem
in Banquet Room Archives
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Wow this was rahter fascinating as well as quite impressive, I think this is the first time I have seen one of my surrieal oddities anylyzied before, and you did a good job with it.
The jester is something of a regular playeer for me, he has made several apperances in a lot of my older poems, I just have not written anything quite like this in a while, have to be in the right mood to do so.
I really like that, becasue honestly I am not sure where that last image came from, it just embeded itself in my mind so I figured I would just right it down but I really could not think of anywhere else to take it, but to just leave it as is.
I had a sort of inqusition image in my mind with this one, and the fact that often times an answer can lead to even further questions.