Impossible dreams
They say will never come true
I say to all of you
Don't believe their lies
This is what was really meant
The only impossible dream
Is the one not dreamt.
Hopeful
Hopeful that the winds that
Blow both hot and cold
Will soon bestow
The proper place
Where they belong.
We still know
What's right; what's wrong,
And trust is just Pandora's song
atonement
Atonement, Atonement, finally at last
I gained the power and confronted my past
I found it just, I found it right
That they were the ones to give up the fight
To live or to die, it was my choice
It is my power, my time to rejoice
I pulled the gun and aimed it high
I let the bullet rip through the sky
It hit between the eyes, above the nose
Giving my parents killer a ghostly pose.
For 17 years this had been my life
And finally I had won the fight
All I can say in this last moment
Is that I have finally found my Atonement
Love
the l word is a game for some
its not the same for everyone
my love would be forever
i would leave her never
take my heart and i will prove my love
speed
Speed is faster than the sound of light
That breaks each somber cloud
At end of night
Whirling in a dervish sort of way
We spin
Then slow
Then stay
With day
matin
this is for you Letty - who can forget the first person who ever spoke to them on a2k?
The Matin
Dawn
and mist slips mellow
through the meadow's curling sunlight
Glints of early colour
playing naked
at the feet of Matuta
Goddess of the morning
She makes her way gently smiling
through the long golden laughter
Down
from great Yews
she calls the birds to her
and they sing with her the Matin
floating softly over valleys
Pushing back the darkness
Crossing empty, silent pastures
to towns where people wake
from their long, lonely slumber
Endymion 2008
...........Consider
Thank you, Endy. I didn't realize that I was the first.
consider? time does not allow
us to weigh each choice we have.
Only glasses filled with sand
Can
When the first woman and
Man ran
The air swirled in retrospect
Of life's perpetual whirring
of the fan.
divergent
they were divergent
multicoloured autumn
leaves scattered
adrift
caught in he air like mist
they were all around
falling like sorrow
to the forest ground
recently
Can i be, though least of them,
at peace and at last a man,
since recently,
though complacently,
my life has formed a plan?
checkered
Checkered sunlight, kiss the path
Down which we trudge to our demise.
My checkered past is but the base
From which my trouble makes me wise,
And 'cross the trouble shines the light
Whose dappled warmth makes joy from pain
I can accept what is, is right
When that good light shines through the rain.
Shackled
Shaking to every storm
Trembling rhyme from her lips
Nothing firm but her hips
Shadowed my eyes like an eclipse
Without her there is no light
Sadness
For her darkness is contagious
Shackled to my mind
..she remains
Divine
divine is the lies
theyve drained from our sighs
to hang before weary eyes
a clockwork of butterflies
chorale
Parrot chorale.
Brio, colours.
Raucous crystal.
Claws in my hair.
Beaks in my hand.
Sunshine over all.
Masonry
what superior is the rainbow
for its charms vanish swiftly
like shade they banish quietly
I long for something strong
.
not a shot, perhaps a memory
never fading like masonry
let it haunt my mind generating agony
perhaps I might heal through its progeny
nuance
Great Art,
I'll never understand it.
The juxtaposition of elements and
Formal relationships and ideal balance
Betrays my ignorance and leaves me dry.
But light! Oh! the light!
The pull of twilight glowing from a surface in a room.
The wonder that some human hand
Could capture the numinous and
Leave it trapped for me.
That calm judgement married to a delving eye
Exposes nuance not evident
In the original to my cloddish sense
And drags me back repeatedly
To gape.
Cup
*Spikepipsqueak - I think you're very good - I enjoy everything you post.
an afternoon flowers
amassed, alight
papery brilliance
carnelian-alive
small cup(s) of flame
and burning air
no scent, just stars
green stems - a name
poppies
Thank you, aidan.
Your "Lunching with Justin" was one of the first things i read when I first found A2K, and one of the reasons I kept coming back.
Oh..that's really nice of you to say...I've got to get back to that...
I was thinking that maybe poppies was too specific a word for this thread so I'll change the word to
name (unless someone wants to do poppies)
Poppies bowing in the breeze
Red and yellow, seeds to seize
carried by wind, there are few
to land and plant, giving poppies anew
Opening after the early morn dew
Their smiling faces looking at you.
Their petals turn to to face the sun
Enveloping their treasure when day is done.
poppies on the bluff
grandpappy with his snuff
on those summer's day outings
canyons full of trees
grandpappy at his ease
my exultant soul shouting
cloves
