Spontaneous Poems

Chains of golden daffodils
Crowned upon her head
Silken webs of chastity
Swept upon her bed
Leaves entwined upon a limb
Glistening with the dew
Butterflies a fluttering
Honeybees anew
A glowing face of sweetness
A jewel of sparkling chance
The fairy weaves the magic light
To claim you and enchant

I loved that, colorbook; it sounds like she's the Siren of the Spring, and you maintained both aspects stunningly.

I really hope that this does carry on forever; it's so amazing to read what's come into all of your heads; and inspiring to see what spontaneity can bring.

Edgar: I used to write very dictionary-ladenly, too. It was a big mistake: poetry should be about one's own words, not Merriam Webster's. The best advice that anyone ever gave me was 'don't write words that about 500 people will understand;' since then I have seen that cadence is far more important than obscure words.

i raise the rent
you will pay me sir
your pays a cent
you will serve me sir

television
high definition
evangelism
roads to perdition

lay down your life sir
for your time has come
submit to knifes sir
first well make it numb

Perfection, Edgar. I loved it.

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Under the Birches

We were shot with our own joy, under the birches:
The days passing like watercolour pictures;
The torrid summer's air cautiously lurking;

The tamed animals intently watching.
There was an old string, which a winter rusted:
You sat on it; I blithely thrusted

You towards the branches overhead.
Your dangling body merged with miles of jade,
Painting us in an everlasting sight
Of nothing more but you, me, and the light.

Nice one drom, "blithely thrusted" is way sexy...

Thanks, Cav! (It's amazing how noticing a few words can change a poem around... one of the things that I love about poetry.)

I love that one, drom.

Thanks, Edgar; I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

Always great poetry here! Thanks again Drom, for the compliment.

You don't seem to understand
I can't force myself to explain
From time to time I'm diving deep
Into the whirlpool of snow white pain

There's nothing wrong about being self-centered
We are what we are by nature, it's right
Once your interior blows with this anguish
You've known the taste of losing the light

The last thing I want is to make you feel guilty
It's not your fault, the problem is mine
However, care means being warm inside
It would be enough to ask: 'Are you fine?'

I wonder how I could go that far
Now recognizing my paths' track
It will be good, I let it all out
Just give me my broken life back!

Very nice Olly!





As the moon nestles upon the horizon
And the sea waves no longer roar
I'll sail off into the twilight
To dance on a different shore
Gentle music captured prisoner
My heart has yet to sing
Oh, come with me a sailing
To find the truth of being

You do very well, colorbook. I've noticed a great deal of improvement in your work since you started posting. Hope you keep it up.

Thank you, Edgar, for the vote of confidence, I appreciate it.

Very profound, Drom...such as sad part of life. I knew someone who commited suicide.

So much talk about suicide on A2K lately I'll try to cheer things up with some thoughts about a friend who OD'd a long time ago. I haven't thought about him in many years, so I hope the spontaneous rambling works.

Like Dorothy in the poppy fields you fell,
intrigued, intoxicated, in love
with their strange opium smell.
The tulips and the daffodils
never stood a chance.
The lilacs laughed at them
for foolish thoughts of romance.
"He does not seek love,
and does not care for sweet perfumes,
but chases dreams of grandeur
in some strange up above."
Earthbound thougts fled his mind
as the needle hit the floor,
and when he found his heaven
lilacs dressed the door.

Thanks, Colorbook; a fairly good friend of mine, who lives in the US, just shot herself yesterday: it was a complete surprise; she had always been so strong.

I love it, Cav; you describe the whole scene so well.

Cav
Sad story; interesting poem.
I once wrote a poem about Phil Ochs, who, as most know, committed suicide. It contains the lines:
Isn't suicide easy in the night
Tie the knot tight...

Cav, your poem inspired me to write this one.


The tiny pill could lift you up
And make you someone else
The experiment happened many times
Before you lost yourself

That someone deep inside of you
No longer lights your eyes
The motion of your gestures
Conceals all the lies

As you lean upon the window
Looking out beyond the gate
The pitfall you encumbered
Became your hallowed fate

So many years have passed you by
Once a better friend I could not find
Someone I knew so long ago
Now dead inside the mind

I liked it, Colorbook: you managed to capture the poignancy of it all so well.