Tralla Posted March 23, 2002 Report Share Posted March 23, 2002 (In case you're getting a mild case of deja vu, I modified the ending... Cheese is good, but not in poetry.) Ordered Chaos Up, down, all around A sinusoidal curve, Welcome, dear, to my domain But do you have the nerve To burrow down into my head, Face chaos of the mind And set it all to order's call And leave your thoughts behind? Life has left its calling card For those who know the signs The raccoon's mask, the crooked smile, The absense of the lines Of prose, so flowing and so sweet - Ambrosia for the eyes - I dole out just the smallest taste And leave the rest inside The twisting recess of myself, But now I've found, you see Imagination at its worst Resides inside of me. My muse has fled, my well is dry Yet only I do know That cracks appear, small but severe In the monument of stone That blocks my path and drags me down And hinders all my tries To brew some new ambrosia for Us both... So that is why I write this message for you all To let you know, my dears I see my muse is limping home So put aside your fears. She'll come to stay one of these days So I'll just bide my time For ambrosia-flavoured moments when I turn to prose from rhyme. Edited by: Tralla at: 6/15/02 5:06:49 pm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 23, 2002 Report Share Posted March 23, 2002 Ah - A declaration of creativity! I love it! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted March 23, 2002 Report Share Posted March 23, 2002 Oh... just. just. NEAT! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justin Silverblade Posted March 23, 2002 Report Share Posted March 23, 2002 VERY cool Tralla! Wow... I can't wait for more of your work! Edited by: Justin Silverblade at: 3/23/02 3:54:37 pm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gyrfalcon Posted March 24, 2002 Report Share Posted March 24, 2002 *Gyrfalcon hands Tralla the jackhammer of inspiration for use on the stubborn stone of a Poet's Block* Heya, and welcome back to the poetic world! *applauds* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Balladore Posted March 25, 2002 Report Share Posted March 25, 2002 As I've said before (I think) I don't like interpreting poetry, but it's very very good! Your rhyme (spell check) scheme is excellent, and it's just the right length! I loved it!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reverie Posted March 25, 2002 Report Share Posted March 25, 2002 revery bows low... wonderful. revery the dreamlost "happiest are the singers" the dream continues... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 25, 2002 Report Share Posted March 25, 2002 Nice Tralla! I like the rythmic on it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tralla Posted March 26, 2002 Author Report Share Posted March 26, 2002 aw... *blushes and scuffles the dirt with her toe* thanks everybody! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Zephryin Posted March 26, 2002 Report Share Posted March 26, 2002 * Stands, and applauds madly* Ack, gotta stop...hands starting to hurt... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted March 27, 2002 Report Share Posted March 27, 2002 ENCORE! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwaihir Posted March 31, 2002 Report Share Posted March 31, 2002 can I join the admiring throng? ---------- I want to be page 93 of Pineapples, the Avian Crows-Nyyark Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted March 31, 2002 Report Share Posted March 31, 2002 Ozymandias tosses flowers on the stage. He goes to do the same withis hotel room key, but Gwaihir grabs his arm in the nick of time. Gwaihir: No. Nononono. No. Noo. Waves enthusiastically as Tralla looks his way. WE LOVE YOU!!! A wave of groupies crashes against the stage. Throng: Traalllllaaaa!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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