Il Penseroso - love your poem, too. Toni thanks for the compliment. I did revise it a little when I posted it. It was based on truth.
Il Penseroso - love your poem, too. Toni thanks for the compliment. I did revise it a little when I posted it. It was based on truth.
Thanks, I appreciate it, but you give me faaaar too much credit.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Gee, thanks Virgil. It is from the heart. I have been popping back and forth between this thread and Haiku tonight. This is a neat thread. Pink Floyd was just on TV so I had a hard time coming back to this, but now the concert is over.
Ok, since I got such decent reviews I will post another:
frozen summer
summer
lost forever
rain too often falls
or perhaps not often enough
with the promise of weeds
for you have left me
a distant voice ending
your last words stain me
I am numb in disbelief
I am frozen in winter once more
nothing is real
the garden is untouched
by human hands, weeds thrive
I cannot bear to look upon its horrid beauty
it blooms in spite of you and I
in spite of my neglect and turning away
butterflies come in abundance
as though to say “we survive”
...only because it is summer
but winter freezes my heart
Janine Summer 2003
Last edited by Janine; 12-03-2006 at 12:52 AM.
Wow. I like this even better. You certainly put your emotion out in front. And that's not easy without becoming maudlin. I take it 2003 was a tough year for you Janine.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Very heartbreaking. I wrote about 6 of these poems...my tragic period. Glad you liked this one. Yes that's all me - heart on the sleeve. Soul was in that one and the garden is still unattended. Used to be beautiful...oh well.
But the butterflies still love it!
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Yes, I know. I live on a lake/pond and there are mosquitoes but I have to start up again. Thing is I let it go and the weeds really thrived. Tons of perenials and weeds!!!
A Beach Menagerie
At daybreak I approach the beach
across a soft hill of clover
past sleeping pandanus,
down a small sand dune
I am enveloped by seawind
I look up to a flight of swallows,
symbol of returning
occupying the airspace of seagulls
A kookaburra laughs
somewhere to land-ward
A malamute puffs up alongside me
pulling a lady along
on a long leash
If she had a small sled
she could mush along
this perfect white beach
Tall lady pines line the shores
their skirts, just out of reach
of sea water
Seagulls sit in small conventions
pecking free donuts
lining up for cups of coffee
I imagine their grey wings
tucked through Aloha shirts
A german shepherd loping,
wolf-like scatters them
They swoop out to sea, laughing
They'll be telling the folks back home
of their close call
Now the sun's rays have reached the high rises
awakening diamond fires from glass windows
Out to sea, sunbeams reach down in straight lines
like sun pictures from a storybook
© Suzanne Delaney
Personal Quote: At the leading edge of experience in philosophy, science and feeling there is inevitably a groping for language to translate
the insecure novelty of noticing and understanding into a precision of meaning and imagery...Frank Oppenheim
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Good idea, fellow alien..
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive !
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Here's a very brief prose poem I wrote (okay, just one sentence):
Days drag like a kitten on cardboard, warm fluff on the slick surface of solitude.
wow........
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice