Peredhil

*nods thoughtfully at the explanation* I love discussions like this. One mark of success as a poet is the ability to engage minds and hearts. As a sacrifice, it is valid indeed - Prometheus was "foresight" - he knew the price he'd pay and did it anyway. Epimetheus was hindsight - which isn't always 20/20...

Hehe, you don't do poetry often, but when you do I love it. those two lines... my life of late! Ha-haw!

I can see the interconnections (I like this Silver Wind ), yet I also see the gap. The switch from first person "I" point of view to the introduction of "they", "we", and the singular/pural ambiguity of "you" is what engenders confusion to me, but then I often find problems resolving pronouns' subjects parsings. The transition from personal to the lesson for all is implicit, but there. Well done.

I really enjoy Acrostic poety Like this one I think you captured an essense Kept the imagery consistent Even gave me goosebumps Down my spine This was an excellent example of How to do this type of poetry I will point out in passing the the bible has many of these acrostics Since I'm into that sort of trivia

this speaks to my heart, but in such a soft whisper my mind is not sure what is said. Reminds me of times of Writer's Block, when inspiration was dead. But it always flowered freshly in my heart's spring. I keep on writing; that's the thing.

I'd be willing to work with you on my Pen Keep places. Peredhil and the boys have Adept Portal short cuts all over the place, a few are anchored so sturdily that others sensitive might be able to use them. I've some maps and such for my FARS world, which I could scan and let you "clean up" if you wanted to add them. I already envision them as being connected to the Pen in some way. I'm going to be using them in a book prolly in the next year, though, and I'm broke, so if I use yours to publish, would you settle for Artist Credit?

Heh. I like this. Sums up the feelings of Mondays of late. For some reason the meter reminds me of some Insane Clown Posse songs I like.

On this date, January 3rd, J.R.R. Tolkien was born in South Africa. To the original Beren One-Hand and one of the most influential fantasy writers of the mid 1900s, huzzah!

Peredhil waits to ensure he's not interrupting, then mounts after a Polite bow. Clearing his throat and adjusting the mike, oddly enough after having seen thousands of movies, doesn't make awkward sounds or squeak the speakers. I'd like to see more of me at the Pen, and contribute more in all areas. It is a simple fact of life that the more a person writes, the more they CAN write. I think many of we old-timers let a reputation stand in our sub-conscious ways, and strive to not disappoint, rather than just writing playfully as we used to do. I'm going to try to avoid that, so prepare for major suckage in quality. Grins. I'd also like to begin providing more feedback, even it if is of the "I read this" type. Life *is* busy and the pressures thereof mount, but to be part of a community, I feel I need to not just stay in my comfort zone, but throw myself to the edges. Part of that for me means coming to know all the rest of you through your works. Bows again to all, since they're too far away to hug, and wanders down and away for now.

The feeling reminds me of a Moody Blues' song, "I know you're out there somewhere". Which isn't the name, I don't think, but a line in it. Right now, I'm missing someone and thinking of them, and this poem tapped into that feeling well. Thank you for putting words to feeling.

I found myself reading out-loud, picturing myself stamping and shoveling to the beat. Nicely done. a couple of minor spelling errors, but that's what revision is for. When I try to revise as I write, I lose the original vision. *hugs* Good job, elder-brother-man!

I pace irritably lashing my frustration as a tail, Wanting to help but you're hurting like hell, All I can do just isn't enough and life is treating you so very rough It's hard to exist at a time like this, When emotions rage. (I'm so very pissed) I know what I want to be, protective as a lion, Harder to be a man than a male there's no denyin', The situation is evolving, listening is better than problem solving It's hard to be a man when love's in pain, So much emotion. (We're going insane)

Made an audio of this. about 2meg mp3 download. Peredhil's Polite Dungeon MP3

*hugs Appy* Welcome back Hon'. As a side-note, love is vulnerability, and pain is inevitable since we're human. But shared love with the right person makes it all worthwhile, to me. To the question, I guess I'm a mix of Regel (with whom I find myself nearly always agreeing in principles) and my old Peredhilish self. I tend to give myself away easily to people with whom I know I'm gonna have a relationship. Call it intuition, or whatever, but I rarely am wrong in my picks of friends and chosen-family. Sometimes it happens, but even then, it's not me who they hurt as much as someone else for whom I care, because my friends vary widely. I can forgive a great deal when I'm teaching a new friend how to love, 'specially if they've never had a real friend before, except betraying someone under my protection. Hurt me, we'll talk. Hurt a loved one, I turn it over to Elladan.

Yay! Thank you to all the hard-working Elders and Gnomes in the Tower who made this possible!

This left me thinking, which is a Good Thing to take away from a poem. I kinda missed punctuation - when I read it aloud, I found myself adding commas and periods. Should "minds eye" be "mind's eye"? The idea of multiple minds sharing a single eye which is defining beauty is a nifty one, but I don't think it was author's intent.

Wow. Excellent. In the Real World, "Almost Dragonic" stands for as high of quality products as they are poor at the Pen Keep...

Stops laughing long enough to post Wonderful! I'm proud I was able to recognize some of the characters. Ha-HAW! Thank for the list though, so I could be sure. Great literary "doodle". hugs

Peredhil stands, tosses his 15 geld into the Almost Dragonic Coin Receptacle, and speaks. "Hi, I'm Peredhil." "..." comes the response "I've been a fan of Wyvern since the days of Archmage. His brilliance, his genius, his generosity." In rising horror, the crowd realizes Peredhil truly believes what he's saying, the rest of his response is lost in the confusion.

I got an incredible mind picture off this. Nice use of line breaks instead of punctuation to guide the flow, and kudos for correct use of "valiance"! I need to make time to post more feedback - but you've really been making my Pen visits a delight of late. thank you. ~Peredhil in haste

Real Life in my case. I'm trying to log in daily and making an effort to prioritize at least reading time here, but it's been tricky. I do miss my online Pen family greatly!

Tolkien's Middle Earth... Why? Because McDonald's Curdie and the goblins was grand, Howard Pyle was my man, CS Lewis taught me the not all lions may be tamed, while Mythologies showed gods could be maimed. But Tolkien gave me High Fantasy, Romance, adventure, and epic coherent legends all in one place. I'd love to live in Middle Earth if I could...

Whee!!! Yays to all!

Wonderful! (He's #4, http://jugglingman.blogspot.com/ )

Peredhil wandered in to the Conservatory. In one hand was a long spear. The shaft appeared to be black wood bound with mithril, while the foot-long head shimmered through its sheath so brightly that it dazzled the eye. Uncharacteristically, the half-elf wore mithril-washed chainmail, a gleaming helm of steel, and a silver shield set with white stars. The chain skirting, bound at waist with a white-shell decorated belt of silver scales, fell to just above green leather boots. On his finger gleamed a ring with a large sapphire stone, for Ereinion, called Gil-galad, , although he'd given Narya to Cirdan, had not yet passed Vilya on to Elrond when he bore Aeglos to the Last Alliance. Heading over, he Politely greeted his host and waited for the sneezing to stop so he could thank Zool for the invitation.