Dark, dark the rich earth where our roots sink deep.Gloomy, the air where we reach towards the sky.Long, long the years we have stood here asleep;Diminished, our peace as the ages passed by.But now we awaken to realize the creepof tendrils of smoke, drifting bitter and dry:Our borders are breached and our enemies walkUnder the …
Author Archives: Ciel
Cosmic Drift
Wandering—driftingcarelesslyflickering quietlya fragment of my soulin peaceable night,eternal playground of gods and planets, stars and dust and dreams…Hearkening—to a thread of a tonea music simpleand profoundand not entirelyunknown… Wondering—Shall I follow?Cast my curiosityupon the solar windstack this way and thatuntil I come to find the instrument,the player of this theme? Or–wander on embracing quietude and …
another Tolkien Tribute: The Courting of Goldberry
The Courting of Goldberry There–! Among the reeds I see you! Part of the River, part of the land… I hear your laughter and your singing… I offer you my strong brown hand: Come with me. fair Lady springing from the heart of the River– Come live on the land! Come sing with me, and …
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Raw: Tennis for the Blind
I played the game, took my side of the net and playedthe best I couldthe best I knewlobbed ball after ballgood shots, all…good volleys, you could hear my laughter, I could hear your smile…even when the ball did not return. And still I playedand played… I served at lastthe last ball that I hadand waited…listened …
New York and the Scary Subway
New York and the Scary Subway A lot of people are dubious about going underground in New York City. The noise, the shadows, the strange cinder- and uncleaned-bathroom-scented winds… the other people, whom you can see walking through–but maybe not… That romantic show back in the 80s, was it? probably gave a few dewy-eyed types …
Raw: Song and Thunder
Voice of eagle,Voice of larkrising through a skywith storm clouds darkand brilliantthe silver dashing rainabout to fall… Harmonics building slowout of the mighty stones: deep thunderfrom earth’s very center groans… Bright song piercescrying angel-high; God-profundoout of abyssal silencesuddenly was always there… Duet sublimeas Life and Deathare One. May 2011
In the City
In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industryBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …
Falling Colors
Walking in the woods of autumn firein my own autumn, wistfulheart to the colors lifts: Allthe triumph of a spring advanced victory of a summer livedthe flowers gone to fruitand fruit to seed dispersingon the errant winds that blow…All finished now, and sogreen departs the leaf and reed, the wind whips over flaring brightsand muted …
Autumn Tempest
Two poems of the wild autumn moving in on the last remnants of summer The earth does what it does and always has– Storm bellowing,Flood rushing,And the reeds bend;Trees sway and sometimesgo roots up;The waters wild sweep the landforgetting former bankserasing damsthe diligent beaver built. Storm Ponies The tempest swoops inoff the ocean where it …
Prompt: Notes on Inchland
I began writing about Inchland several years ago, never got beyond describing it. But I know it is a place full of lives and tales, and I would love to see what stories other writers could tell about this tiny world that is really just as big as ours, however small it looks to us. …
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