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Poems and Prose Sketches; Poems from my Past
Topic Started: Jul 28 2010, 09:56 PM (79 Views)
BriarRoseEve
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I came across a song from the film "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" that reminded too me back a year ago when I had made a collection of poems I had written while listening to this song, as well as a bunch of other, touching melodies from different artists. Listening to the music makes me miss the few, peaceful times of quiet solitude of my past when deeply felt emotions ran like newly-sprung ravines from the freshly broken walls of my youth. I craved to discover life's secrets, and the writing of my new-felt emotional discoveries manifests in either in a bunch of short stories, or a few poetry sketches.

So here's a bit of my past (in the form of poetry), and a couple of youtube links to some songs I listen to when it rains, or it's night, or the fog's all out and there's a haunting beauty to everything, or when it's so darn early in the morning that it seems like you're living in one of your dreams, or nightmares. Listen to the songs while you read the poetry.

Enjoy, and thanks for reading. ^_^


*****


Sunshine on Lake Pontchartrain -- Alexander Desplat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycnLUhi-CaE


"Queen Lydia's Lullaby"


When sunlight sets like blood-stained tears,
And bends your heart to weep,
Who’ll speak soft words like lullabies,
To sigh your pain to sleep?

“And in the night of summers gone,
When dreams are but shadow,
Who’ll bear away the nightmares far,
And hold the wicked low?

“In mornings lost when darkness stays,
forever in the sky,
who’ll paint the black with diamonds bright,
‘till sunrise lifts up high?

“In secret groves where thorns do grow,
And villains lie in wait,
Who’ll guide you far ‘till all is clear,
And perils do abate?

“And of a sea where waves do drown,
And muddle up your mind,
Who is the calm to reflect well,
The answer you must find?

“Who is the prose that speaks your heart,
Who is always your friend?
“Who is the heart that hears your fears,
Who is your guiding hand?

“Your mother, child, who holds you now
With soul that shall now give,
These promises that have been sung,
So you may always live.

*****

Blue Feilds -- Nobuo Uematsu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUsqSOUVjHY


"Rain Dancing"


Grey mists gather low over
rolling sun-wilted dry farmlands, shading, filling, land's light-tired eyes and heat-smoldered lungs.
Storm clouds growing, graying, swelling, the
belly-roars of its distant thundering,
teasingly shuddering this
thirsting land's soul.

Now comes the wind, first a
gentle rush brushing soft upon
child-flower fields, now a
sweeping gale testing the strength of
mighty wise-aged orchards.

Wind's great breath, blowing swift
cold crisp drops of rain, beating now their
fiercely played-orchestra of
run-wild notes against
land's music-starved ears, drenching full
with startling cool wetness land's
dried well of inspiration.

And my heart fills with all, and dances with all, and thus, writes,
about it....

*****

The land will grow dry without rain, like the writer's pen empty without ink, when what keeps it alive is gone for too long. And there will be neither fruit, nor stories thereafter, to enjoy.

*****

"Dark Romance"

There exists
Beyond paper, screen, portrait
Emotion. Where there is dark, still
You see.

Shadows hide from light though it
Creates them so. Their
solemn faces veil stories.

Others might see such as
Walls.

You only need know that souls, open --
accepting --

can pass through.


*****

Will – Gretchen Yanover
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8FLpVaEwE4


"Her Tears"

The music was playing
soft, seeping through
morose walls, velvet blue, dying shades of
green yellow life. Tears

fell

from her dry withered face
and only the

blue of her eyes were

alive.

Crystal waters there could be
seen. Once laughter
flowed there. Once she smiled

gaily

oblivious to this sad
fate she now awaited.

One hand reaches for her, asks
"Tell me your story, deep there in your crystal eyes..."

But she could not speak. Yet the touch
bonded hearts; one heard, understood now
this weeping woman....saw her

sad world through her

crystal eyes.

The music still played. What does
she wait for? Lips
thin, depressed. Only
she watches
the world tick by, seconds...seconds, and
out her window
the leaves still fell.

And when she passed,
the bond never broke. Even
when the girl that had known her
had left her.

And she was sorry for that.

*****

"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."
- Charles Caleb Colton

*****

Landslide – Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPc5YCBz9LQ


"Home"


Farm rainforest desert city home. Farm.

Dappled light flecks wanderer crossing autumn paths
'yond where
home's far, voices of
life's stern mentor lost.
Damp moist leaves from morning's cold sigh, trodden on, scents lift....
earthy, sweet. Breeze drifts, stirs
leaves high...leaves fall
red gold yellow laced 'midst a waning light of
sundown.

Farm rainforest desert city home. Rainforest.

Waters side by side with trees, palms, emerald 'neath
island's forever golden sun. Steam yawns up, soft...
rainforest breaths
clouds high 'pon pale blue horizon. Listen...
rustles, wings beat winds, crickets chirr
incessantly.

Curious hand strokes passing
bush and fern, bark and wood, quiet in this
rain dew-jeweled world.

Farm rainforest desert city home. Desert.

Parched. Sand spills through
bare foot toes, hot, seering...so run...
sweeping shadow gold wind-tousled dunes
footprints following swift behind
this wanderer seeking
secrets buried.

Farm rainforest desert city home. City.

Voice throws great exhaust heaves up, life's
distant spats wails weeps, echoes now roaring high
'midst light flecked star splashed heights upon
night's dark canvass.

Farm rainforest desert city home. Home.

Cup of coffee in one hand, pen down 'pon
paper, ink splashed of
heart drawn words. Small framed picture
near....loved ones. Window open...dark out,
few hours before sunrise,
far world outside, thoughts farther but
here. Where
I am now.

Home.

*****

"A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it."

George Moore

*****

"Forest Ravine"


Leaping along, clumsy now, atop moss-inlaid boulders, following
Sister, young heart, who seeks
some hidden pool to play in, laughing, I wondering if
memories never fade.

Gurgling water flows, splashes merrily up, kisses ankles, cold, clear, crisp as
the shrill of birds, high, flit suddenly -
shadows pass, light dances --

Blinds me, lost, my footing, slips! Sudden pain, arm flays, churns up
Water, mud, dead leaves, debris.

Laughter now. Like water that plays with its
funny charm around me.

Sister sweet has found her joy, I, now knowing...haha!
memories never fade.

*****

"Nighttime in a Rainforest Town"

Last dregs of daylight, streak
red and gold, the skyline above
emerald-lush forests of
the mountains.

Quiet, now. Pale lights hum from weary homes, remnants of
their long day's burdens
sobered now by night's soft croon.

In the shadow, somewhere distant, the sounds of
slippered feet, many, slap
rain-paved roads. Children race home, but not before
catching one last game of
Patintero.

Night lengthens. Lonely moon, with her
lover's glow, eases into
the inky velvet skies, her many dreamers
the Stars, alight.

Dog then yowls at some
drunk man, lost, who
walks away from mistresses
some familiar kareoke song spilling from
his lips.

Standing long on my balcony, watching
Nightfall
all across the island....

*****
Edited by BriarRoseEve, Jul 28 2010, 10:03 PM.
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BarTalk

Good mix of media, rich imagery, loved meeting your world and family in your slide show. Been away for awhile, this was something warm and wonderful to return to.
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