Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00

Subject: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 10:29 AM

If we were Chinese

and poets

We would be elegiac

poised

syllable by syllable.

But we are not

and the sadness of memory

and the absence of friends

flies uncaught

beyond the autumn woods.


-pt.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: katlaughing
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 10:52 AM

What lingers most upon the mind,
When cold winds sweep the landscape clean?
Leaves, crushed, tumbled to another realm
Our hearts in tow among them.

kat

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Mbo
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 10:58 AM

Some people stay so shortly that they only lightly touch our lives
Others stay long and leave footsteps in our heart

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Jeri
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 11:17 AM

I look into a photograph,
And remember long ago.
As time passes,
Nothing is repeated,
Yet all is recorded.
Held sacred and cherished by the heart,
Or high and free by the wind.
The wings of time beat soft and muffled
Around me,
And everyone I've ever loved
Is with me now.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Mbo
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 11:25 AM

These canyons where our ancients sleep
they rise above our heads and keep
connection with the winds on which our seeds have come
and it's there we lay and rest our dead
it's there the last goodbyes are said
we see it and we know that we will all be one

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 12:31 PM

Turning into a poet's tavern (or a Chinese poetry circle) around here. yours, Peter T.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 01:40 PM

Paris Underground

The faces on the Metro
White petals on a wet black bough

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Peg
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 01:43 PM

written last year about this time...thanks for your inspiration that flows endlessly, Peter.

Atlantis

I visioned you, a dream of drowning
But joyous, triumphant, epiphanic
Farewell to the sky gods, the sylphs, the salt air
Withdrawn into subterranean seclusion
Borne away upon jangling golden bridges.
Safe. At last. Leave us.

And, losing you, inviolate isle
I too withdrew, to muse on Mayan forests
Crumbling temples, bloody altars
Coca-stoned pilgrims queued beneath canopies
Eyes bright as goldleaf, lit up by avatars
Clenching bone necklaces, dancing of dreaming
Slouching towards anthropological oblivion.
Safe. At last. Leave us.

Thence to Salisbury Plain
Sun-drenched hillocks, curiously treeless
And nary a quarry in sight
Buttery Cotswolds to the South notwithstanding
Stones erected in starlit ceremony
No one knows who they were, or, what they were doing.
A thin golden sickle grubby with oakmoss
The only romance I seem likely to conjure.
Safe. At last. Leave us.

Plundering the barren marshes of Denmark
Cloying peat liquor like bog-distilled perfume
Scorching my throat with malt and smoke.
I toast my newfound friends, my friends!
Blesséd, adornéd, annointed, beatific,
Poisoned, garroted, drowned, beaten,
Tannin-wizened harvest lords and wintry queens
Bedecked with silver bowls, golden torcs.
Safe. At last. Leave us.

Uninitiated, yearning, green
I stalk, I roam, I borrow books
Knowing I trespass, smitten and shameless
Opportunistic cryptozoologist
Armed with ink, drunk on pseudo-history
Would hunt the narwhal, molest manatees, poach plesiosaurs
And happily suck seawater until I die
If death by drowning yielded up some slippery treasure
Glimpse of gold coins on vermilion sands
Flow of words, cold grasp of hands
Understanding.

Where did you go?
And where did I stay?

Peg Aloi

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: katlaughing
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 01:47 PM

Wow, Peg!

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Micca
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 02:00 PM

LEAVES

Leaf like,
withered on the grass
in the rain
the year fades.
Leaves burn,
` cyclic, necessary
the passing of time
can't be stopped
or controlled.
Its easy to see the pattern from
this height.
These perspectives which
contain many leaf cycles.
But, think, brother
whose lawn
is this you on which you lie ?
whose fire is this you feel?

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 02:13 PM

Great pieces everyone.I forgot to list the author of the Metro image/poem. It was Ezra Pound.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 02:13 PM

Well, we sure got us some interesting woodwork out from which stuff comes. Also nice to see Ezra with us today.
yours, Peter T.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: GUEST,JenEllen
Date: 05 Oct 00 - 07:19 PM

Jamie's Daddy says that he can't sing
Can't carry a tune in a bucket
In a box, or anything
But late at night you hear
A sound so sweet, a sound so dear
Jamie's Daddy singing low
For only her to hear
You can sing to the baby, she won't mind
You can open up your heart
You can leave your blues behind
She will curl up her toes
And grab you by the nose
You can sing to the baby anytime

Times like that, life is good
~Elle

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: tar_heel
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 01:09 AM

the woods are lovely dark and deep...and i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep....i have miles to go before i sleep............

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Metchosin
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 02:06 AM

well because everyone seems to be having their own kick at the cat

one of mine from another thread

Ballet

Autumn's prelude
Arrives with the subtle change of afternoon light
Embracing an erratic dance
Of delicate wings.
From decaying logs beneath the duff,
Amber termites scramble
To begin their tremulous flight.
First one,
Then three,
Then finally a bustling host,
Wings newly flexed and fragile, fluttering into light.
Carelessly
They flit
To have their frail wings rent,
Small Isadora scarves
On the spun wheels
Of awaiting fat chocolate spiders
With cream banded legs.
Or crash land,
Hurriedly discarding their wings, as if ashamed
They are not innately
Creatures of the air,
Then scurry,
By twos
For hidden places
Where a novice troupe will make an aerial debut
Next summer's end.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Oct 5,00
From: Metchosin
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 02:17 AM

and come to think of it Peter, my piece really did come out of the woodwork *BG*