Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccckkkk!
Wednesday, 25. June 2008, 08:00:32
The stories continue. There the child stirs
and turns in sleep, beyond the gold-edged myths
and purple pages, beyond the mother’s
rhythmic voice, beyond betweens, beneaths.
The morning’s argent maiden muslin ray
pulls the mythoi back to worldlinesses,
the crystal senses of this world assay
a different yarn. Known stories, known faces
remain, repeat, resay the said, repay
the paid, refind what has never been lost,
live lives again, and die again to stay,
to sing the songs that have been sung the most.
Here, I lie bound to the sleep of this hour.
Myths, they pass by, now, and ever after.
- Symphony
July 24, 'o8
ur damn good writer and one day world will know about u!
my existence ends here and i wish u all the best
peace out
By sixkiller, # 25. June 2008, 10:31:47
u're a damn good switchfoot-provider and one day the world will know about u!
peace out.
By symphonied, # 25. June 2008, 11:06:31
By PainterWoman, # 25. June 2008, 15:22:46
By lokutus_prime, # 25. June 2008, 23:09:27
By symphonied, # 26. June 2008, 03:38:41
With retrospections et al...
Loved reading it!!
By crazy-crimson, # 6. July 2008, 17:24:57
Just wrote a tanka for a tanka-thread in the LitNet forums, that reminded me of this poem:
i did cry out, young
as i was, young and yearning,
yearning and turning
to the everafter lands,
cried and slept, to dream again.
By symphonied, # 10. July 2008, 20:58:46
By SqueakeyCat, # 12. July 2008, 23:53:04
Go ahead
By TheEve, # 12. August 2008, 05:53:14
By symphonied, # 12. August 2008, 06:01:46