Ozymandias Posted August 29, 2008 Report Share Posted August 29, 2008 Degorram Trees cascade to the forest floor by the dozens in a spreading fan They rustle only slightly as they fall, making a sound like a family of bears moving in a great hurry somewhere nearby until the ground is met with a succession of thunderous bass blows Stone fingers, impossibly large close just a little further, closing slowly, dragging through the ancient dying plants in deep thought or quiet frustration. The hand opens once more, lifting into the sky from whence it came once more closing into a fist absently. There is no word, no sound, until the rush of winds heralds its next move, one that is staright down into the land, smashing dozens more members of the elder wood to splinters with a blow so violent the whole land shakes, and the volcano is split, belching forth fire and liquid and smoke as buildings break loose of the assailant's skin and tumble to the ground, more unrecognizable debris. Kikuyu Black Paws Whiteness is crossed by black is crossed by red is crossed by vengeance never vengeance is split by the awl that is kept in a black sheath Tears flow, shadows caress, sun sings, the ocean laps at your feet, and always the music calls, it calls, they call, the points of death and the points of infinity Where will you go with complete invisibility? What will you do with incomplete invincibility? Misdirection is useful for favors too Troubled Sleep Caged birds sing of being more than this crude matter In our pilgrim's progress we stumble as often as we stand under the weight of our heavy burdens that we never look back to see and never see that it is wings Arms of hate and arms of love surround us every day whether we know where to look, whether or not we even try It is a war of Id and ego versus grace that will ever be on Earth long after it is our time to die (my thanks, ladies, for being so inspirational) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Degorram Posted September 8, 2008 Report Share Posted September 8, 2008 *Degorram sneaks into the Banquet Room and quickly scrawls the lines on a napkin. She puts the now ink-covered napkin down her shirt and sneaks out again, hugging the napkin quietly* *MWAH MWAH MWAH!!* Thanks Ozy! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
troubled sleep Posted September 8, 2008 Report Share Posted September 8, 2008 Thank you so much, Ozy, this really made my day :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted September 9, 2008 Report Share Posted September 9, 2008 Good stuff, and great muses indeed. Huh. just realized that where I am in SC, I'm 2 hours from Atlanta. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted September 9, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 9, 2008 My great pleasure. ^____________________________________________________________________^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kikuyu_Black_Paws Posted September 9, 2008 Report Share Posted September 9, 2008 *happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy* I really liked the "complete invisibility" and "incomplete invincibility" a lot. The connections and crossing/recrossing misdirection of this poem was amazing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted September 9, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 9, 2008 Yay! Um, thank you!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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