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Merry flashes roll and cry
Beguiling force of Heaven's wry
The crackling wind, shifts and sways
Speckled silver flakes its rays
Wanderer of brilliant shuttered shade
I gasp, inhale, the fragrant jade
Gale subsides - a sullen thrush
Unbind the air to sweet-dust hush
The night it echoes hooting owl
Cicadas purr their silent howl
Such spritely zest sparkles high
Leaping, glinting satin sky
Such delight, my impish gleam
Once upon a
Midsummer's dream.
But then, so quick, a burst to fall
From luscious jade - gold sickens all
Radiant crimsons trace their veins
Violet grip the chastened reigns
So fleeting, bright things sprung to life
- Diseased and Crippled, glorious strife
Flowers whimper
Ripping frost
Lovely Shades
Ignoble costs
Poison taunts,
"Come to praise our flag?
Our fallen seeds can gorge the stag!"
Confusion wrangles their silent scream
Stunning death is autumn's scheme.
The window pains it's frigid sheet, crackling frost
My heart. So beat.
Weary
Crumbling
Driftting flurries
Obscurely placid
With
Fickle worries.
Through your eyes -
what is this shade
Glassy. Aloof. Deftly dismayed
Secluding splendor adorns the snow
Chilling bones, as true as woe
A cold. so brutal.
I ache to feel
But know you'll shatter - brittle
steel
Loneliness haunts
with tender gleam
Such, it seems, my frozen theme.
But then a twinkle, and lord of dew
Blossoms fair
the dawn of yew
Youthful doves
soar entwined
Blithely whirr with hearts enshrined
What fools so murmur
a subtle kiss. Ephemeral trust
- eternal bliss
Buoy the spirits from splendid frost
Warm the cockles deftly lost
These mortals tint suck bashful cheek
Rosy, pinken, the love will eke
Spring will burst
and float
downstream
Be it just a curt pipedream....
Beguiling force of Heaven's wry
The crackling wind, shifts and sways
Speckled silver flakes its rays
Wanderer of brilliant shuttered shade
I gasp, inhale, the fragrant jade
Gale subsides - a sullen thrush
Unbind the air to sweet-dust hush
The night it echoes hooting owl
Cicadas purr their silent howl
Such spritely zest sparkles high
Leaping, glinting satin sky
Such delight, my impish gleam
Once upon a
Midsummer's dream.
But then, so quick, a burst to fall
From luscious jade - gold sickens all
Radiant crimsons trace their veins
Violet grip the chastened reigns
So fleeting, bright things sprung to life
- Diseased and Crippled, glorious strife
Flowers whimper
Ripping frost
Lovely Shades
Ignoble costs
Poison taunts,
"Come to praise our flag?
Our fallen seeds can gorge the stag!"
Confusion wrangles their silent scream
Stunning death is autumn's scheme.
The window pains it's frigid sheet, crackling frost
My heart. So beat.
Weary
Crumbling
Driftting flurries
Obscurely placid
With
Fickle worries.
Through your eyes -
what is this shade
Glassy. Aloof. Deftly dismayed
Secluding splendor adorns the snow
Chilling bones, as true as woe
A cold. so brutal.
I ache to feel
But know you'll shatter - brittle
steel
Loneliness haunts
with tender gleam
Such, it seems, my frozen theme.
But then a twinkle, and lord of dew
Blossoms fair
the dawn of yew
Youthful doves
soar entwined
Blithely whirr with hearts enshrined
What fools so murmur
a subtle kiss. Ephemeral trust
- eternal bliss
Buoy the spirits from splendid frost
Warm the cockles deftly lost
These mortals tint suck bashful cheek
Rosy, pinken, the love will eke
Spring will burst
and float
downstream
Be it just a curt pipedream....
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Routines
driving
my left arm
tanned darker than my right arm
mirror
two face
the habits of daily life
leave imprints
on skin
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Dreams of reality
A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these
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defeathered
and this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len
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Finalized 11.01.11. Originally the season collection was a set of 4 poems (found in my earlier works) expressing my own opinions of the annual transitions. I used these works as a bouncing point- along with Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream" (Full Text online here: shakespeare.mit.edu/midsummer/…) to create this new piece. Which is my Season Collection remakes entwined together.
As it evolved, it became Puck story as he wanders through the year. And his opinion of each season...through those wonderfully mischievous, impish eyes:
From the merriment of summer, to the slow decay and death of the autumn and winter season, finalizing with the confusion and shaking his head at spring-time puppy love.
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The piece holds four seed (or inspirational) quotes from Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
These include:
- Merry wanderer of the night
- So quick bright things come to confusion
- My heart is true as steel
- Lord what fools these mortals be
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Questions:
1. Did Puck's journey seem cohesive? Or too scattered?
2. What do you think of the formatting?
3. Did you feel the rhyming and rhythm were off or overdone?
4. Overall thoughts, opinions, critiques?
____________________________________________
Previous Critique: silverinkblot.deviantart.com/a…
As it evolved, it became Puck story as he wanders through the year. And his opinion of each season...through those wonderfully mischievous, impish eyes:
From the merriment of summer, to the slow decay and death of the autumn and winter season, finalizing with the confusion and shaking his head at spring-time puppy love.
____________________________________________
The piece holds four seed (or inspirational) quotes from Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
These include:
- Merry wanderer of the night
- So quick bright things come to confusion
- My heart is true as steel
- Lord what fools these mortals be
____________________________________________
Questions:
1. Did Puck's journey seem cohesive? Or too scattered?
2. What do you think of the formatting?
3. Did you feel the rhyming and rhythm were off or overdone?
4. Overall thoughts, opinions, critiques?
____________________________________________
Previous Critique: silverinkblot.deviantart.com/a…
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I immediately recognized quotes from Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night..." and enjoyed your employment of them. I think your poem moves exactly like Puck would, and I think that movement would be somewhat scattered, yet held together by the seasons, woods and earth Puck lives with/in/around/by. Though I prefer ordinary font to italics, the formatting helped a lot. It gave both the cohesion you want and the scatter[-'ishness'] I imagine Puck would always be like. I write prose, so rhythm is the most important to me in poetry - I tend to read it aloud before leaving a comment. No rhyme seems "overdone" either. Overall- you got a fav from me and I can't think of a single reason you won't get more. Thank you.