patiodog
patiodog, I'm still awake, :wink: thanks for asking. Every day above ground is a good one.
---BBB
Search me
You won't find the truth
Hurt me
You won't get the truth
Your mind's no recepticle
Just a broken jar
With the lid in the vestibule
The shards lying afar
I once offered to share
But you rented a wolf
To hunch and evilly stare
With you stalking me like a goth
Just wrote this on the fly for Piffka's October/Fall poems thread:
October rains down colour on our brows
the leaves, copper-clad, and falling slowly
weep for Daphne, nymph, Apollo's first love,
God of the sun, punished for his wisdom,
and so the sun is banished from these times,
and the trees bend, shed their veneer of youth,
mourning for the jealousy of Eros,
insulted by Apollo's cruel taunting.
Eros eyed his two-tipped arrows, and thought
"Gold gives one love, but lead takes love away,
Apollo shall get gold, and Daphne lead,
and both shall know of true love's dual head."
To this day, the autumn's dying foliage
crys for love, disgust, jealousy and us.
Thinking mythologically,
Most love ended tragically.
Not much better in this day
Much of love is thrown away!
(that is a great Oct. rhyme, Cav- and edgar, I LOVE your new avatar. However I miss your
nice face and smile).
Well, Rose, my image is in the gallery. I figured, "Too much of a good thing..."
Thy notions aren't love
Though like hand in glove
We sometimes are an item
You invariably twist I bend
Then you leave my friend
Heartaches you invite 'em
You can never win
Don't trust the wind
Internal rhyme perhaps,
a crime of hearts,
apart and feeling
broken, so a token
sometimes works
and can often
send one reeling.
edgarblythe,
Not meaning to be forward, but could you tell what was the inspiration for your last poetry above?
Quote:Well, Rose, my image is in the gallery.
Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery,
Say he must go free...
(definitely not mine or spontaneous or complete)
Rose
I sat down to do my little verse for the day, sorted through three or four that were going nowhere; then the phrase, "Don't trust the wind" suggested itself. Remember, I only alot myself 20 minutes at most for any verse that appears here, so I just let it flow, having already wasted ten minutes on other themes. I had no particular person or circumstance in mind, just the need to get it done so that I could move on to my prose writing for the day.
Mountain wearing it's autumn shroud
At the city it looks down
Dawn revealed it's foggy crown
On the sidewalk a bustling crowd
Each one with garments apparent
Building murals animate the walls
The shadows grow long as summer stalls
Creeping like the cold river current
Brand X
You have talent. I hope you keep on writing.
Just checking in to read the poetry on this wonderful thread. Dys and I are off to Tucson tomorrow--be back next Tuesday or Wednesday.
Little ditty bout Dys and Diane
A2Kouple hotter than cayenne
Off to Tucson in the Mystery Machine
Done crossed the Rubicon if you know what I mean ....
Thanks, Edgar! And that little ditty is too cool!
