Looking Through GlassIt’s morning this holiday and we are risen. Just before breakfast I look out the window - Dad says the tide isn’t out yet, so we waitLooking Through Glass
And we gaze, as the lake-ripples wondrously glisten.
The window-glass magnifies the warmth from the light While we sit, eating Weetabix from little tin bowls. Dad and I, here, making our plans for tonight And discussing our course round the golf course’s holes.
So we walk by the club-house during the evening,
Count the time taken for the last light to fail,
Talk of the Earth’s rotation, about the seasons, As we ‘siúil abhaile go
Tumult"Here I am."Tumult
Where daylight fails wails Thunder's regal whip. Forked, cracked and Quick; its hiss delights at those whose Will this might subvert; whomsoever's Courage it may thwart.
So to cloud-burst and Tempest's fuming hearth I Cede marked path. Now Destitute in the midst beneath Terror's black curtains I'm Blind.
I stumble forth.
DivergenceDown these Dull, dark paths behindDivergence
Homes trudge pilgrim excurs'd. Wretched, we veer in a twilight, Plying torrent, and skirting slough.
Where stark, bare branches pierce Deep-grey sea, oblique and austere, they
Pay neither tribute nor heed to the
Obsidian oppressor - bleeding both
Day and Night until they cohere. This wintry silhouette sits futile; Askew against its ethereal lead envelope. By, across, through this
Convoluted incursion -
"Here I am".
I just need something more stable than a hard drive and a forum, thank you!
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hold me close,
i beg you,
i can't survive alone!
[link] <oom looky!!
gone beserk your dinner is on the ceiling!
just because I'm not beautiful...it doesn't mean i'm dead
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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
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