Peredhil

Are you telling HER this? Or just feeling it so strongly she should be able to read between your lines and know? This communicates well. Perhaps you should give HER a copy!

I'm glad this bumped to the top. Stands really well without me doing interior analysis. From this poem I take away a view of the World Trade Center Towers in ruins - and the media acting like a puppet for the government, whipping public opinion into a frenzy so that the symbols of disaster can fuel the war machine. But then, I'm prolly reading into it too much. I've been accused of that! -P

Heh! I AM that Bad Player! Or perhaps, the opponent who's worse... great poem - really gets the feeling across in a light way.

Another original personalized Wyvern ACCEPTANCE post... Priceless...

Peredhil saunters in on his way to chat with Melba and greets the newcomer with the pretty name. After Politely asking, he reads her application. That's very pretty and shows subtly as well as skill. I'm not sure, I'm just an Ancient and my memory is creaky, but I think an entirely original piece of work is required. Elder Wyvern will be in and about - I'm sure his wisdom will unravel this knotty problem in short order. Turning, he pats Melba, the Elder's Almost Secretary who moved in one day on her own, on the back firmly. For some reason she'd turned red and begun choking on her coffee during his speech.

You call me crying on the phone What am I to feel? The lies, the tears, the resolutions to change All seem quite unreal. The painful past is slightly numb It's really pity in my voice I don't wish you any harm but you're reaping from your choice. I'd offer reassurances again but they seem rather lame until the problem goes away things will stay the same. I really wish you well m'dear and hope you find your way you've walked wide-eyed in this path and always had your say. this isn't meant to come off as cold this is exhaustion come at last too late to complain of choices freely made when present consequences inevitably come from the past.

Linked to main page at top now. -Peredhil

Happy Birthday, sweet sixteen Of course you know what I mean... It's sweet because it's four x four and that's four fours - but wait there's more. Four is the most honest number you see It's letter count matches the number's decree Three has five letters but not noble four it has only four letters no less and no more. So sixteen is comprised of this honest number's square I hope you find honesty on this day but beware honesty without love's softening can be used to hurt an honest zing can leave your heart in the dirt so I give this birthday wish just to you may love and honesty be your friends - the whole year through. -Peredhil

Peredhil sighs, as he is a Lover and a Lover of Love. But I still recognize good writing..

Quick contest entry... -Peredhil A slender maiden in field of gold Cast silver eyes on knights so bold She sent them on Love’s Own True Quest And said she’d marry Knight who did best. Impoverished knight traveled through the realm Smelled Death’s debris through his helm Earthshake had nearly leveled a town He paused in quest to search around. He searched the square, he searched each house. Disturbed beetles on bodies, in field was mouse. Carrion crows called in the end of day When he finally found mad child at play. He pined for vision of the silver maiden fair But for chance met waif he stayed to care He worked to bury all those she had known And committed his honour to see her grown. There came word of knights who overcame pain There were those whose deeds listed monsters slain But the noblest knight ranked in my heart Is he who stayed and did his part. Through many long years his patient love While twinkling stars marked years above He brought back sanity to eyes of blue I am that child – this story is true. And now my abode is the hilltop crown Our castle overlooks abandoned town. My Knightly stranger has gone to ground I wonder where love can be found? A blue-eyed maid in castle spire Wearing rich embroidered attire I seek a gentle knight with heart so mild He’d give his life to raise a child.

Welcome...

Black and White -Author Unknown- (Under age 40? You won't understand.) You could hardly see for all the snow, Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, "Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet." Dependin'g on the channel you tuned, You got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June. It felt so good. It felt so right. Life looked better in black and white. I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys, Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys, Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane. Father Knows Best, Patty Duke, Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too, Donna Reed on Thursday night! -- Life looked better in black and white. I wanna go back to black and white. Everything always turned out right. Simple people, simple lives... Good guys always won the fights. Now nothing is the way it seems, In living color on the TV screen. Too many murders, too many fights, I wanna go back to black and white. In God they trusted, alone in bed, they slept, A promise made was a promise kept. They never cussed or broke their vows. They'd never make the network now. But if I could, I'd rather be In a TV town in '53. It felt so good. It felt so right. Life looked better in black and white. I'd trade all the channels on the satellite, If I could just turn back the clock tonight To when everybody knew wrong from right. Life was better in black and white!

That rather makes me appreciate I'm in the house looking out!

I'm glad you followed your Muse and wrote this. Sometimes discipline is knowing when to ignore the 'to-do' list. you have no idea how happy I am to see you back and writing again. -P

take your subject idea and write it out in the Writer's Workshop. Then walk away from it for a day or two. Exercise. Think about something else. Get your conscious mind out of the way and busy and let the idea simmer. Come back, reread what you wrote and see if you can build on it, twist it, tweak it, or if it knocks loose something else. If you write it... something will come of it. Scritches the wolf Politely behind the ears. -P

just on a side note, the root of History comes from the greek word historia (give me a word and I'll show you it come from a Greek! ) historia - inquiry

Sometimes lines are drawn and things said in the heat of anger that are regreted later. It is regrettably human to not 'fight fair' - to say things when angry that aren't truly meant, but said just to hurt the other person the way the speaker hurts. And when someone is feeling uncertain and afraid, unknowing if they can be forgiven... Perhaps they send an email with a listed name... So they can sideways apologize but guard their own heart from rejection in case the other person won't forgive them? Just kinda reaching here, and rambling... -Peredhil

Heh! I suddenly feel much better! I thought I'd missed more. I think Sappho should be B.C...

Hugs I'm sorry you hurt your hand. Or the Pigtergeist did. Or which ever. A hand injury really can set you back badly in an virtual social life. That said... That story was great. The build, the focus, the climatic vengeance! Really well done. AND funny.

ouch. erm. I'm capable of sarcasm, but I avoid it when I'm at the Pen. Sorry it came off that way. That was me kinda brainstorming on how you could maybe use this to grow as a writer, channel and harness the pains. I apologize that it came off wrong. Incidently, to explain, other than my own two boys who post, I try to keep everyone's real life relationships separate from their Pen identities. It makes it easier to focus on individuals and not have to worry if they've had a falling out or coming together, except as it affects them and their writing. It also helps me avoid even implicitly taking sides in things of which I have no direct knowledge. I say this in way of explaination, to amplify that I wasn't being sarcastic. When I posted, I was thinking of your work, and you. It didn't even occur to me to consider it in relation to anyone else. Peredhil retreats (hopefully tactifully).

welcome BACK! I note a couple of repost along with all the new, but it's nice to have them all together. Specifics on a first read through. - Thank you for posting in individual sections - much easier to read. I like 'question' poems. they suggest and hint answers by the way the questions are phrased, but they encourage the reader to question as grow with the artist. When I read some of these, I see the strength of allowing weakness, the vulnerability (and fear!) of love, and the courage to look at others. These themes resonate with me, so it's likely that I really like these so much 'cause they fit my world view. Trying to put myself aside... I still like them. You've grown a great deal as a writer, and show more strength than ever in expression. In some of your earlier works, the technical skill with words were there, but they seemed more manipulated. Here you present a view of you, focused through your skill in words, that invites the reader to openly examine themself too. Erm. In my opinion. Of late, I've been told I read too much into other's works. Hugs the EB Keep writing, if only for yourself.

Very graphic, conveys the immensity of feeling. The reason for desiring to end I'm not sure I understand which of the flavors this takes. Is it because the pain is so bad that feeling nothing at all would be preferable? Is it because having trusted and having trust broken by faithless 'Friend' life isn't worth trusting again? Is it the heavy culmulation of grim reality, the final straw so to speak, without a hope in the future toward which to work? Is it rage and frustration? Depression and exhaustion? Thinks about the many reasons for self destruction presented at the Pen. Oh - is it the 'I really AM hurting this badly' proving one? A rewrite might bring that out more. On the other hand, you prolly could use this, filtered through your demonstrated abilities to translate emotion to poetic words, to expand and amplify why lying is just wrong. Not in the moral sense that so many rationalize or excuse away, but in the pains that lies cause. Your 'friend', perhaps they thought that by lying they could 'protect' your feelings - but look at the exponential pain and rage you feel! Protective lies are still lies... You could mine this for several works, I think... If you have to feel it anyway, might as well codify it into words and learn. Peredhil realizes that words are cheap when pain is immediate, shuts up, and hugs

Reminds me of a scene in the Immanent Grove on Roke, from the EarthSea trilogy by Ursula K. LeGuin. As with Rune's tree conversation, this reminds us that to listen - we must be occasionally quiet ourselves...

I like the concept of it, her choice to be the different one and the sense of hidden power it gives her. I look forward to reading the rewrite.

Peredhil saunters in to rub Melba's shoulders and finds Wren waiting anxiously. Wren! I'm so happy you found us! You stirred us with a few of your works at the old place, and I was wondering if you'd find your way here. He smiles and makes small talk with Wren. Melba hisses and groans in pleasure as Peredhil's expert hands work on the knotted muscles in her neck. Wren misses most of what Peredhil says, fascinated in a strange way by the rhythmic sway of the wattles under Melba's chin. She comes back to herself as Peredhil repeats his last question. So, you're finally applying? At her anxious nod, he smiles You'll do fine! As he wanders away, Melba pulls out a small mirror and attempts to straighten her hennaed hair in case the Man of her Dreams, Brute, should wander in.