Gwaihir Posted December 11, 2003 Report Share Posted December 11, 2003 Just a random poem that came, criticsm and comments welcome Taize So strange for me, a word Lover, to understand—“Just Sing along—words don’t really matter.” Good thing they don’t; They’re all in French, and French is Greek to me! “Lumiere en tenebre” That’s what it’s all about; Darkness and light, that’s what matters, The quietness and the candles. Scarcely a sound, we sit so still. Staring at the candles, Staring at the ceiling And then stealing a look around the room; The ceiling’s conical and of wood beams. I’d never noticed that before. So dark and all in French But when I look around again I see you all, community of friends Darkness and light, The candles seem so bright they hurt my eyes. I look around, a friend smiles, In French and not with words. “Lumiere en tenebre” Meditation, in song, with friends That’s what matters. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
X-Sabre Posted December 13, 2003 Report Share Posted December 13, 2003 Nice poem Gwai.. I liked it, wish I could erm, criticize better, but I just like it.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Darkcloud Posted March 20, 2004 Report Share Posted March 20, 2004 Alone. The unshared press of knees against floor buttressing awkward exhalations that grope for words. Tonight. Folding and opening my restless hands keep time with eyes unable to focus behind closed lids. Silent. Unfinished thoughts rise unbidden to sing myself to someplace else when I would stay with you. Here. Alone. Silent. Tonight. A fine piece of writing, Gwai, and one well-worth a belated comment and bump up to the top. My apologies for not having gotten this response posted in a more timely fashion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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