goldenrod
08-07-2008, 12:33 AM
Fancy #1
"negativity"
I am a negative impulse,
beware of my attention!
I gravitate towards any spot
from whence,
that beautiful word "NO!"
is mentioned.
Tell me blue is your emotional color
the world having let you down.
Remember,
I thrive on negativity
including anyone, who deeply frowns!
My druthers are...enervation,
seeming bad luck,
frustration too.
So, get your act together,
lest,
I negatively impact you!
Fancy #2
" fairies wear shades of rose-coloured glasses!"
As eventide's shadow deepens
o'er the dell,
bluebells toll a mournful
knell.
Roses' sun-dappled petals,
prepare for sleep,
nocturnal animals from burrows creep.
Day breezes slow turn
to soft soughing winds
and an enchanted moonlit night begins!
Fancy #3
" pre-gothic rhapsody."
Fine, but steady splitters of rain
spray mist across my window frame.
Stormy moonless dark of night,
overactive imagination runs to riot!
Pen, ink, blank white paper,
a sure resting place,
where my words
might anchor!
Withdrawn within
a mind's fine spun cocoon
I will heedless toil,
to write, this elfin tome!
Candles gutter, a feeble light,
but quite sufficient
for my task tonight!
I write of magic on the moor,
of an ancient quest
for the unicorn's spoor!
Laws immutable, dissolve away
dissipate erased by the fey,
this tale, at last, is on its way!
Thunder, lightening, rain and mist
aberrant thoughts engender
that the real dismiss!
Hint of sulphur in the air,
of darkling forces I become aware.
Pen to paper mind to twist,
I write of things, I cannot resist!
goldenrod.
"negativity"
I am a negative impulse,
beware of my attention!
I gravitate towards any spot
from whence,
that beautiful word "NO!"
is mentioned.
Tell me blue is your emotional color
the world having let you down.
Remember,
I thrive on negativity
including anyone, who deeply frowns!
My druthers are...enervation,
seeming bad luck,
frustration too.
So, get your act together,
lest,
I negatively impact you!
Fancy #2
" fairies wear shades of rose-coloured glasses!"
As eventide's shadow deepens
o'er the dell,
bluebells toll a mournful
knell.
Roses' sun-dappled petals,
prepare for sleep,
nocturnal animals from burrows creep.
Day breezes slow turn
to soft soughing winds
and an enchanted moonlit night begins!
Fancy #3
" pre-gothic rhapsody."
Fine, but steady splitters of rain
spray mist across my window frame.
Stormy moonless dark of night,
overactive imagination runs to riot!
Pen, ink, blank white paper,
a sure resting place,
where my words
might anchor!
Withdrawn within
a mind's fine spun cocoon
I will heedless toil,
to write, this elfin tome!
Candles gutter, a feeble light,
but quite sufficient
for my task tonight!
I write of magic on the moor,
of an ancient quest
for the unicorn's spoor!
Laws immutable, dissolve away
dissipate erased by the fey,
this tale, at last, is on its way!
Thunder, lightening, rain and mist
aberrant thoughts engender
that the real dismiss!
Hint of sulphur in the air,
of darkling forces I become aware.
Pen to paper mind to twist,
I write of things, I cannot resist!
goldenrod.