Still winter pool the sky reflects
Faint burst of stars rekindling
Blue moon blazes a path it raises
Who knows what things this night will bring?
If fate, or chance, or peace or love
Or luck, the rarest of them all
'Tis evident a spell is sent
Within its radiant blue fall
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Lord Tennyson's Tale
In hard sunbright armor
He rode by the river
A curse fair unleashed
Was all he could give her
A hundred puzzled faces
In a cracked crystal mirror
Did he know what he did
When he sang, "Tirra lirra?"
'Twas the strength of his voice
That pulled her 'cross the room
And yet did not save her
From the curse of the loom
A hundred chilled teardrops
In a cracked crystal mirror
Did he know what he did
When he sang, "Tirra lirra?"
"But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, 'She has a lovely face.
God in his mercy lend her grace...
The Lady of Shallot.'"
If ye have a chance, ask Haluska about this'n sometime. 'Tis a fair wild tale in it's entirety, and one of my favorites.
He rode by the river
A curse fair unleashed
Was all he could give her
A hundred puzzled faces
In a cracked crystal mirror
Did he know what he did
When he sang, "Tirra lirra?"
'Twas the strength of his voice
That pulled her 'cross the room
And yet did not save her
From the curse of the loom
A hundred chilled teardrops
In a cracked crystal mirror
Did he know what he did
When he sang, "Tirra lirra?"
"But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, 'She has a lovely face.
God in his mercy lend her grace...
The Lady of Shallot.'"
If ye have a chance, ask Haluska about this'n sometime. 'Tis a fair wild tale in it's entirety, and one of my favorites.
Mixing and matching
Cavernous ice glows azure freezing cold
Crystalline snow captures sun’s early gold
Variegated gold patterns in the grain of the tree
Clear salty blue in the shallows at sea
Deep winter green of the Green river flowing
Same green of a smoothly round ocean stone glowing
Sharp purple blackness of early midnight
Rippling pale shadows of winter moonlight
Cardinal’s eyes living obsidian made
Silky rough driftwood from coastlines of jade
Hypnotic blue at the heart of a flame
Wind from the west with the dense scent of rain
Heart breaking the stillness and echoes in sleep
Low drumming rhythm of earth sounding deep
Crystalline snow captures sun’s early gold
Variegated gold patterns in the grain of the tree
Clear salty blue in the shallows at sea
Deep winter green of the Green river flowing
Same green of a smoothly round ocean stone glowing
Sharp purple blackness of early midnight
Rippling pale shadows of winter moonlight
Cardinal’s eyes living obsidian made
Silky rough driftwood from coastlines of jade
Hypnotic blue at the heart of a flame
Wind from the west with the dense scent of rain
Heart breaking the stillness and echoes in sleep
Low drumming rhythm of earth sounding deep
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Day of Choices
7:49am
Wake up call. Mom's already up and cleaning up the kitchen--we left it be last night so we could just talk together in front of the fire before we slept. I should go help.
11:32am
Keep feeling these slow waves of panic shuddering through me. Everything is so empty, last night home is over, the fire's out. Packing progresses, but slowly. The more we get done the more I can see has to get done before the day is over. If I keep busy, it keeps the panic away. But I don't want to leave.
5:05pm
Getting tired now. Amanda has announced that she's done for the night. We still have hours left to pack, and she wants to stop. EVERYBODY wants to stop, but we don't. It's so much harder to keep hauling load after load over to Grandpa's with all this snow.
7:22pm
Wicked nasty cramps, so I can't tell if the nausea is from PMS or just that leaving is making me ill. Too bad all the meds are packed up. I'm so tired--my feet are killing me, and I don't think this kitchen will ever be empty. I just want to go home. What a joke.
9:45pm
We've stopped for the night. One more load to cart over, but we're all bone-weary and need to sleep. One bathroom for six of us, now. Everything is so cramped here--I'm used to wide spaces and silence and privacy. Not sure I can do this. Have to do this.
10:02
Just broke down. Guess all the panic caught up to me. Still have to do this.
Wake up call. Mom's already up and cleaning up the kitchen--we left it be last night so we could just talk together in front of the fire before we slept. I should go help.
11:32am
Keep feeling these slow waves of panic shuddering through me. Everything is so empty, last night home is over, the fire's out. Packing progresses, but slowly. The more we get done the more I can see has to get done before the day is over. If I keep busy, it keeps the panic away. But I don't want to leave.
5:05pm
Getting tired now. Amanda has announced that she's done for the night. We still have hours left to pack, and she wants to stop. EVERYBODY wants to stop, but we don't. It's so much harder to keep hauling load after load over to Grandpa's with all this snow.
7:22pm
Wicked nasty cramps, so I can't tell if the nausea is from PMS or just that leaving is making me ill. Too bad all the meds are packed up. I'm so tired--my feet are killing me, and I don't think this kitchen will ever be empty. I just want to go home. What a joke.
9:45pm
We've stopped for the night. One more load to cart over, but we're all bone-weary and need to sleep. One bathroom for six of us, now. Everything is so cramped here--I'm used to wide spaces and silence and privacy. Not sure I can do this. Have to do this.
10:02
Just broke down. Guess all the panic caught up to me. Still have to do this.
Monday, December 14, 2009
East
In the style of Browning. Not sure if I like the meter...
Strength of midday rays have ceased
Last hope fading in the west
Twilight creatures rise from rest
As shadows glide in from the east
Strength of midday rays have ceased
Last hope fading in the west
Twilight creatures rise from rest
As shadows glide in from the east
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