thanks Izzie and Edgar
I will definitely check out Joe's thread
looking back over the death diary i've come across posts by J-B, who hasn't posed on a2k since February - hope he's doing okay
well, i'm gona get back to it....
i finished putting back most of the posts here
can't be arsed to do the other threads i trashed, now...
think i will go and check out Joe's thread - then, go sleep
have a good evening, Rockhead
Nite Endy.... stars are bright tonite in this part of the world. You take care mate. x
Sleep well - you're right about the sky - i'm going to go and sit where i can watch it
thanks both for stopping by
oh... take a warm blanket..... it's so dark and the stars are incredibly bright tonite - hope you don't have cloud cover.... it's wonderful out there. Sleep well Endy. x
there you are...
i'm off to zzzzzzzzz soon. how bout you? you got any snow in your part of the world?
I see no snow but i am floating in a cloud here
No stars - not so cold
You are fast asleep
Its half 3 in the mornibg
I can't write
Can't speak - crap
I've pretty much abandonned a2k, but tonight I was sitting here, feeling ... something
and the thought of your Death Diary popped into my mind, so I came back, looking
(how do you get into my skin, man?)
and , with something satisfied, I'm leaving again (but I'll probably be back)
before I go ... just wanted to say...
Endy... we'll be here when you wanna write, love. No worries.
I'm prolly still up at 3.30am too... take care mate. x
I've always valued your posts. Hope life is treating you good and that we hear from you again soon.
Take care out there
Hope things are a bit better for you
Wishing you the best
This is a bit weird i admit... kind of influenced...not really sure where i should put it. its just a fragment of something. A poem really - although it is not the usual. ... happy Christmas
Fragment of a Fairy Story
The Woodland Queen
~ A forest path ~
Enter Caruso, who worships (and talks to) the trees.
As he stops to look up at the leafy canopy above, he confesses his love for an unattainable lady.
(Caruso's slow walk along the path is accompanied by a speeding up of time.
As he wanders, talking to the trees and to himself.... half looking around ... half dreaming, the 'sun' begins to sink behind him, shadows stretching across the ground.
By the time he finishes speaking the 'sun' has been replaced by the moon.
I played the game so far
In love fell lonely on some frozen hook
Her tender comfort, mistook
I stumbled, clinging to the whisper
Running hound-like by her side
Dazzled by her sun
Bound by her tears, I burned on
Her fire pouring gold into my eyes
(He is distracted for a moment by a leaf that falls near his feet. It is only early Autumn, but the leaf is dark red. He picks it up and studies it as he continues.....)
I fell asleep
Deep within her sweetest leaves, adrift
I wept for her kiss
Watched eager for her smile
Too overwhelmed to be myself
As kind, she took my hand
Cool companionship, woman to man
Hardly more than words spoken
As cut flowers with dying stems, broken
Golden, she laughed above my head
Lifting her gaze to the flickering trees
Dappled leaves playing sun lit overhead
She smiled, coy
Thrilled by my worship
Her laughter, my joy
Cruel and loving Queen of all the forest
She drew a line and then we cross it
Taken from my loving touch
My pain could never be too much
that's very beautiful Endy. Really well written- if I hadn't known you'd written it and had come across is somewhere without an author's name attached, I'd have thought it was written by someone as talented as Yeats- it reminded me of this one by him- and I think your imagery and language are just as beautiful as his....that's really saying something (it means I think you're very talented)
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by W. B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
that is beautiful. Simply beautiful. I can feel the words... can visualise the scene, the depth.
happy new year to everyone - thank you for your comments
A special message to Naima just in case she reads this
Take care and all the best for a peaceful new year