Sunday, September 30, 2012

Coronach By Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
when our need was the sorest.
The font reappearing
from the raindrops shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
To Duncan no morrow.
The hand of the reaper
takes the ears that are hoary,
But the voice of the weeper
wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
waft the leaves that are serest,
But our flowers was in flushing
when blighting was nearest.
Fleet foot on the corrie,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is your slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Though art gone, and for ever!

Image Credit:, Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow...

Monday, September 24, 2012

Love 4 and from You! (Short Verse)

The cuckoo clock's moan
crispy joyous tone-
cool, cool!
What makes life whole like the divine?
what brings you fresh feelings like grape wine?
two, two!
what turns things soft and pure,
what warms your heart as the cure,
wool, wool!
Here is something hot and alone,
It means happiness full-grown,
you, you!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Oasis By Edward Dowden (A Tribe Feature)

Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife;
I can sit here and care not for them now,
Dreaming beside the glimmering wave of life
once more __-I know not how.
There is a murmur in my heart; hear
Faint, O so faint, some air I used to sing;
it stirs my sense, and odors, dim and dear,
The meadow-breeze bring.
Just this way did the quiet twilight fade,
Over the fields and happy homes of men,
While one bird sang as now, piercing the shade
long since-I know not when.

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Friday, September 7, 2012

Whale Song By Michelle (Humor and Weekend Laughter)

© Michelle

A weak bellowing echoing across the dunes
One last call for help
Heat shimmering across the sand
Sun slowly drying
A beautiful giant of the sea
Once so free, so strong and powerful
Now stranded - helpless

Footsteps on the sand
A sound of hope for a dying soul
Cool, life-giving water splashed across parched skin
The slap of a flipper on the sand
A push, a shove
This kind human providing a saving hand

Can you imagine
his feeling of setting a captive free?
Can you imagine
the joy there would be?

To hear that haunting song
To see the wave of a flipper in the distance
One last final thanks
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Saturday, September 1, 2012

Tomato Comfort (Short Story Slam Week 26)

tomatoes dress in red silk,
with skin smooth like milk,
If cooked with egg drops as soup,
the reward is sour, sweet, and ocean-deep.