Harmonious_Echos Posted October 24, 2013 Report Share Posted October 24, 2013 Hello again beautiful people! I wrote a haiku, and I just HAD to add more to it...I know, too much of a good thing, spoils it. Can't help it...I'm just not satisfied with only 17 syllables. Twilight in the afternoon, Grey skies hint at a bitter cold; Summer's dance is done, Fall's in the wings Tying on her slippers with ribbons of gold While Winter takes a spin-- crystal-bright, she touches us all with a breathless sweetness that cuts like a knife. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted October 24, 2013 Report Share Posted October 24, 2013 Your lack of satisfaction is satisfying! Oh yeah, ANOTHER good read, let's have more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brighid of Byrness Posted October 24, 2013 Report Share Posted October 24, 2013 Lovely! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted October 24, 2013 Author Report Share Posted October 24, 2013 (edited) In 1066, the wheel rolled 'round, invisible became visible, the mighty Paradigm uncloaking Drums beat, feet tread to the tune of Feudal lords Until ignorance and Black Death shook them from their marble pedestals, falling, into the courts of the Great Church. Then turn again, schism, corruption, ripped the Church in twain, pursued, believers fled to foreign soil to start again; but overhead the Papal Cross, and Crown spread grasping hands. Around again, The foreign soil claimed as Hearth and Home, plowshares turned to swords, across the land and Crown and Cross, flung back across the sea, relinquished, by necessity, their hold. Then sat they down, the Leaders of us all, the Mighty Paradigm they took to heart, considered, searched, and fell upon a goal; they turned that wheel 'twards a steep uphill route, and slowed its turning, with the Power of Faith. Now I see more-- the slope's progression rises, but our Wheel has turned aside. It twists and jerks along the rocky ground off of the path, along a downhill slide --I fear I see a cliff! And yet I ride-- chained to the Mighty Paradigm, with baited breath, for, are we chained to life? Or is it death? Edited October 24, 2013 by Harmony Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted October 24, 2013 Author Report Share Posted October 24, 2013 That's a really rough first version...I've already re-written parts of it...but for some reason the editor won't let me change that one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted October 27, 2013 Report Share Posted October 27, 2013 Can you write ANYTHING that isn't good? More please! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted November 4, 2013 Author Report Share Posted November 4, 2013 Snypuier, you are an old flatterer. *smiles* Here's one just for you. Snap and hiss, dance and flick, is it thin or is it thick? flash and slash, scratch and scrape, heaving mud, floating crepe never laugh at a live dragon hitch your horse behind the wagon little girls can lead donkeys loudest screams from smallest monkeys what is life? and what is art? see, we've known it from the start... paint or clay or words or truth, all is art, and we are proof... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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