" And with dying day
Came the zephyr’s sound;
And the acorn lay
Next morn on the ground;
But its germ was gone
By the worm’s sharp teeth;
And the ground it had won
Was its grave in death. "
You took me by the hand and we danced beneath the moonlight
Gentle Stardust capturing the colour of your hair
And the swirling in music of the heavens pushed us onward
As we danced away the night time unrepentant, unaware
The ticking of the seconds swiftly turned into a minute
And the minutes into hours and the hours into days
And yet, in one single heartbeat I remain forever captured
And enraptured by the beauty that has set my heart ablaze
And the world it keeps on spinning every second ever onwards
With the universe exploding like the pictures in my head
This moment caught and captured it shall be forever with me
Like the words that passed between us, the words we never said
(Kaleidoscope by Lee Gordon)
I am watcher, breather, feeder,
Dread serpent, snake and darkness seeder,
The myth which hellish dreams are spun,
Devourer of the golden sun.
I am the fire, the chaos star,
The very light of Giauzar,
Filled with deep unbounded yearning,
pure unspoken passions burning.
Hunter, creeper, Swift air leaper,
Fire drake, wraith and secret keeper,
The light of which all life has sprung,
Yet seeking out oblivion.
I am the master and servant,
I am the dragon and the serpent,
I am a beast of Muspelheim,
I am the very end of time.
Catcher, snatcher, soul dispatcher,
infernal wyrm and Deep earth scratcher,
Chaser of the moon am I,
As up on demon wings I fly.
"rúad drèagan" by Lee Gordon
If you could look through my grey eyes,
I wonder what you’d see,
What would you think what would you feel,
If you could be like me.
Would you see things the way I do,
I wonder if you’d find,
A simple clear cut pathway through,
The chaos of my mind.
Would you look in the mirror and,
See right there, staring back,
The lovely happy side of me,
Or a screaming maniac.
I’d love to know just what you’d see,
and I would get a clue,
If I could glimpse inside your mind,
and see things just like you.
("Observations on the theme of Id (or wOt i diD on me holidaze)" by "Lee Gordon")
Slava did this wonderful, bleak edit of her photograph for which she'd asked after some prose, and prompted me to write.
A reason to breathe
You took my heart, wrapped it up
In your rusty sighs of melancholy fields
Your mosquito kisses pressed on my throat
While those liquid stares played their symphonies
In my hair
In my head
In my spine torn rough on your crystal breath
All while your fingers strayed
Lingered
When your words would not
When your love would not
When you
Would not
When dusty roads and April skies
Filled your head with perishable stars
And all those other, short-lived celestial moments
I caught my jacket on a barbed-wire fence
And you laughed
Your gossamer melodies peeling the doubt
Right off my tuneless eyes
And still I can’t be, still I can’t breathe
Until you let me love you
i have lots of poems but find it hard to take a photo suiting them... so far i included two in my 365..
little miss behaved thought...
thoughts of you
like flood
rush through the empty shell
of my body
penetrating
every corner of my mind
memory of your touch
like a current
flows under my skin..
Here are from my 'paper-series'
pls. excuse the low qual photos, they are from my January entries.
SHIKIGAMI
I will write my love letter on the wings of hope,
And let them fly towards you…
Even if distance will cut above,
I will let these paper wings bridge our love.
PRINTED MEMORIES
I tried to burn our printed memories
But I found myself bathing in their ashes.
I did my best to suppress this feeling,
And then I realized you are just a dream...
PAPER AIRPLANES
oh! Is this real? Did you send a reply?
To my love letters that fell from the sky
How flattering this way of delivery may seem
Brought by paper airplanes as if it was a dream
But I can't read anything or my eyes are just a mess
Or just your love literature that silence means yes?
Do they know the flag they wave is free
Through rain and cannon fire
That we had dumped the tea
Through the night we sent a crier
Do they know of the long nights at sea?
That those who wear the blue and white of their clothes
Go away from family,
Is it possible either of them knows?
On the 6th of June
The people we freed
By light of the full moon
We took the lead
Do you think they know?
That this is their country?
This is their home?
As much as the brave and the free.
@arielmagyawejr - actually the shots are fab. Love the tones and the way they are set up. Love the poem too. A great feel to those. Lots of feeling in your shots and your poetry. Nice work.
@tolpol - I like beach shots. People are very free and relaxed there. This shot makes me feel like a boy again myself. I loved the shot.
I found the first time I read the poem that I did not understand it - but I was very tired. It played on my mind. I have read it several times since and now I realise it's about me in so many ways, none the least that I am a hoarder of the most banal things. The poem and the shot are actually a great conception - it really kept me thinking. Nice one. Great work.
i am posting mine on father's day as my photo of the day. the poem, though, is not mine. my oldest, son, jason, has a masters in poetry - now teaches english and latin but doing his dissertation now, wrote the poem for malcolm for our wedding. i am doing photos for all my husband and all three boys as gifts this year. something i have not done before.
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" And with dying day
Came the zephyr’s sound;
And the acorn lay
Next morn on the ground;
But its germ was gone
By the worm’s sharp teeth;
And the ground it had won
Was its grave in death. "
Francis William Bourdillon
You took me by the hand and we danced beneath the moonlight
Gentle Stardust capturing the colour of your hair
And the swirling in music of the heavens pushed us onward
As we danced away the night time unrepentant, unaware
The ticking of the seconds swiftly turned into a minute
And the minutes into hours and the hours into days
And yet, in one single heartbeat I remain forever captured
And enraptured by the beauty that has set my heart ablaze
And the world it keeps on spinning every second ever onwards
With the universe exploding like the pictures in my head
This moment caught and captured it shall be forever with me
Like the words that passed between us, the words we never said
(Kaleidoscope by Lee Gordon)
I am watcher, breather, feeder,
Dread serpent, snake and darkness seeder,
The myth which hellish dreams are spun,
Devourer of the golden sun.
I am the fire, the chaos star,
The very light of Giauzar,
Filled with deep unbounded yearning,
pure unspoken passions burning.
Hunter, creeper, Swift air leaper,
Fire drake, wraith and secret keeper,
The light of which all life has sprung,
Yet seeking out oblivion.
I am the master and servant,
I am the dragon and the serpent,
I am a beast of Muspelheim,
I am the very end of time.
Catcher, snatcher, soul dispatcher,
infernal wyrm and Deep earth scratcher,
Chaser of the moon am I,
As up on demon wings I fly.
"rúad drèagan" by Lee Gordon
If you could look through my grey eyes,
I wonder what you’d see,
What would you think what would you feel,
If you could be like me.
Would you see things the way I do,
I wonder if you’d find,
A simple clear cut pathway through,
The chaos of my mind.
Would you look in the mirror and,
See right there, staring back,
The lovely happy side of me,
Or a screaming maniac.
I’d love to know just what you’d see,
and I would get a clue,
If I could glimpse inside your mind,
and see things just like you.
("Observations on the theme of Id (or wOt i diD on me holidaze)" by "Lee Gordon")
A reason to breathe
You took my heart, wrapped it up
In your rusty sighs of melancholy fields
Your mosquito kisses pressed on my throat
While those liquid stares played their symphonies
In my hair
In my head
In my spine torn rough on your crystal breath
All while your fingers strayed
Lingered
When your words would not
When your love would not
When you
Would not
When dusty roads and April skies
Filled your head with perishable stars
And all those other, short-lived celestial moments
I caught my jacket on a barbed-wire fence
And you laughed
Your gossamer melodies peeling the doubt
Right off my tuneless eyes
And still I can’t be, still I can’t breathe
Until you let me love you
Small boy
He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.
And another, and another.
He couldn't stop.
He wasn't trying to fill the sea.
He wasn't trying to empty the beach.
He was just throwing away,
nothing else but.
Like a kitten playing
he was practicing for the future
when there'll be so many things
he'll want to throw away
if only his fingers will unclench
and let them go.
Norman McCaig.
little miss behaved thought...
thoughts of you
like flood
rush through the empty shell
of my body
penetrating
every corner of my mind
memory of your touch
like a current
flows under my skin..
pls. excuse the low qual photos, they are from my January entries.
SHIKIGAMI
I will write my love letter on the wings of hope,
And let them fly towards you…
Even if distance will cut above,
I will let these paper wings bridge our love.
PRINTED MEMORIES
I tried to burn our printed memories
But I found myself bathing in their ashes.
I did my best to suppress this feeling,
And then I realized you are just a dream...
PAPER AIRPLANES
oh! Is this real? Did you send a reply?
To my love letters that fell from the sky
How flattering this way of delivery may seem
Brought by paper airplanes as if it was a dream
But I can't read anything or my eyes are just a mess
Or just your love literature that silence means yes?
Little Patriots
Do they know the flag they wave is free
Through rain and cannon fire
That we had dumped the tea
Through the night we sent a crier
Do they know of the long nights at sea?
That those who wear the blue and white of their clothes
Go away from family,
Is it possible either of them knows?
On the 6th of June
The people we freed
By light of the full moon
We took the lead
Do you think they know?
That this is their country?
This is their home?
As much as the brave and the free.
I found the first time I read the poem that I did not understand it - but I was very tired. It played on my mind. I have read it several times since and now I realise it's about me in so many ways, none the least that I am a hoarder of the most banal things. The poem and the shot are actually a great conception - it really kept me thinking. Nice one. Great work.