Across the desert floor expanding, tide flowing…glimmering under blue skyshimmering with Sun’s blessing…This ocean’s currentsare powerreturning.
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Tolkien Tribute: Dark Path
Darkness Thick, engulfing… Full of hunger, full of eyes… Terror Creeping near Among the tangle of the trees… Hunger Haunting, lurking Reaching from the midnight mirk… One pathway Safe-enchanted… Such a pity that you strayed…
Tolkien Tribute: The Deep Wood Stirs
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 …
Raw: Killing Time
Some daysI hate Time… It gives with one handexperiencewisdom, kittens, pups, and babesthrill of anticipationpromises of joyand hope… And with the other, takesyouth and beautyenthusiasm,illusions that were joy,dangles promisesjust out of reach,kills hope. Land Without TimeDreamtime,invite me…I’ve had enoughof teasing. June 2011
Raw: Life’s a Beach
AdvanceRetreatAdvance againRun back…Roar in with thunderpounding upwards through the feet and soul…Race out hissinglike the dying sparks of fireworks and dreams… Wavesand joyand sorrow, too,and fortune. August 2011
Tolkien Tribute: The Fallen Rider
Rider, turn your steed, Set your face unto the distance,Ride unto the edge of all the landsWhere Men live their lives Of striving, hungering and pain… Go ye now, Rider, Unto the happy landsWhere dwell all our Fathers Bliss-enfoldedSun-blessed ever– Join now the feastingJoin now the singingThe regaling of their mighty deedsAnd yours… And tell …
Tolkien Tribute: A Bitter Parting
A Tolkien fan site I used to write on ran a contest for writing dialogue. The parameters were to choose two characters in a particular setting. I chose Elrond and Arwen’s final meeting. I also added a challenge of my own, to write the scene entirely through the dialogue. Father, why do you not speak? Will …
Raw: Disconnect
If I could speak to youI’d tell you things,under this sunlit skyand while somewherea towhee sings.I’d share some thoughts, for just a while, the varied odds and endsthat comprised my dayand made me smile.Though I don’t know howor why this should be trueI’d share the sunlightand the singing bird, my friend, with you. May 2, …
Raw: Another Morning After
Each morning wakingyou are less and less in my first thoughtand shame is passinginto just embarrassmentand simple pain. Yet still my eye– with each flicker of a glanceof what I saw you inthat passes in the roador on the screenor in a passing thought– still shies away,seeks haven in any other thing. But there are …
Romance is a Cat
I am glad of the catwho keeps company with mefrom time to time sittingbeside me on the arm of the chairor on my arm despitemy need to have it freeand sometimes I pause from workor pull her close against me to restslightly purring against my chestand not body-blocking the viewof keyboard and screen… At night …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 