Everything Under the Moon

This is excellent. The synthesis of imagery and simile is virtually seamless in this piece. I especially enjoyed visualizing "words flutter[ing] past like leaves on the wind". Good stuff!

Through an Opaque Window... An everlasting aspect holds our temporary forms, as the ocean holds its evanescent waves; we rise and fall as microcosms of celestial storms, whose divisive winds define our small enclaves. That "aspect" of the Self is one our senses all deny to assuage the nee...

Promise on the Horizon [/u] A beacon on the near horizon warms the anxious heart, though for the brumal night, sheds light on reason to depart. The time is close for Winter to release his cold embrace, for Spring to clothe her limbs and give new life a budding start; for those endowed with intellec...

A Cosmic Love Triangle [/u] (Triolet) He is the Sun; I'm just a moon; You are the World on which we gaze. His warming power makes you swoon; He is the Sun. I'm just a moon. At times I try to block his rays, Capitulating all too soon. He is the Sun; I'm just a moon; You are the World on which we gaz...

My heartfelt thanks to Firebird for compiling most of the poetry I've posted on this site into the three threads titled Plaid, Plaid #2, and Plaid #3 respectively. Much appreciated, Bro!

Going forward, I'll be using this thread for all new submissions.

Thanks for looking into it, Mrs. SnowCat.

YanaKhan wrote:I find it hard to read poetry in English, but I really enjoyed this piece. Thank you for sharing.

Sadly, as a native speaker of the tongue, I can totally relate!

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Many thanks, Corvidus.

She looks into the scenery as though it were a looking glass —one that reflects internally— to catch the drift in blades of grass; where flora meets the bank's morass that separates the buried tree (the root) from its ascended mass, she looks into the scenery; where water and the sky agree the surfa...

I am never interested in amateur poetry. It is always as disappointing as karaoke. This is different. I'm impressed. After some thought, I think that deserves more than a simple 'thank you'. Let me start by saying, without question, I've done my fair share of karaoke singing in the course of my dev...

Thanks, you two.

"Each being is a broken hymn.", a thinking man once said. Expanding on that rather grim well-orchestrated thread: conceived in our composer's mind to be a song of praise, our lyrics change to undermine the tune in many ways; we start out full of promise, true, with childlike refrains, then...

SnowCat wrote:I'm older than you, planewalker.

You tell him, Snow!

planewalker wrote:It's great. It makes me feel middle aged again. I'm the only one who's old. A young lady stops aging at 29, or is it 30. No matter. Always love your stuff. Always a good read.

Thanks very much.

Be wary of the purest evil humans ever faced wrapped up inside a caric'ture composed in pious haste: the image of my dark red skin, goat-like below the waist, expressing all the bigotry on which that form was based. You see, the wolves in woolen suits need boogeymen to blame for all the rules and sc...