The Enkindled Spring by D. H. Lawrence This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze Of growing, and … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: D.H. Lawrence
spring day for beginnings, and endings, shall set me free. on the threshold the path this road I travel tis toward the space out of time the breeze the scent of me. how shall I spend you? this day. this glorious day. this day this marvelous day I will indulge in the smell of you. O spring day. Cliché? Touché !! but I do not … Continue reading i have waited so long for thee
from ‘THE TESTING-TREE’ In the recurring dream my mother stands in her bridal gown under the burning lilac, with Bernard Shaw and Bertie Russell kissing her hands, the house behind her is in ruins; she is wearing an owl’s face and makes barking noises. Her minatory finger points. I pass through the cardboard doorway askew in the field and peer down a well where an … Continue reading A Bit Of Kunitz
Out my Window She sings her morning song. Of what will be what is. What is not. And will never be. ALL four-square years all tears and fears. Shed like my skin now. Yet she still can sing. As she flys to him they have wings. Unlike I. You hated this picture. These mere magnolia’s, somehow where a threat. And they hang now where I … Continue reading The Mourning of Doves
in little bits in pieces I say goodbye day to day a little less, means alittle more. to hold onto you, and today you are alittle farther away more present now this time of day stripped of illusion and the lies of the flesh and you knew you knew somehow had always known. back back before us and those four square days back and you, … Continue reading Off Into The Mystic
I collect stories. Intangible and dusty; of memories, of you. Inspired by: Weekly Photo Challenge: Object Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Object
A BLESSING FOR SUNDAY The following was part of a speech given by Tolkien in Holland, “organized by a Rottendam bookseller“, the spring of 1958; Tolkien made a lively speech in English interspersed with Dutch and Elvish. It was in part a parody of Bilbo’s party speech at the beginning of The Lord of the Rings, and it concluded with Tolkien recalling ‘that it is … Continue reading the ‘Hobbit Dinner’ speech
Tolkien was heavily influenced by the Viking Sagas, and Old Norse, and both these excerpts from his poems speak to that heritage within the words. [ Photo’s: August 9th, 2009, Grey County ] GOBLIN FEET I am off down the road Where the fairy lanterns glowed And the little pretty flittermice are flying: A slender band of grey It runs creepily away And the hedges … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: TOLKIEN
it drifts down dolomites of death hanging over our heads, as grief drips, drips from our heart it breathes in cave air punctuated with shadows light streams in my lips an open sore a gap of time with no tales Where to go? breath alone, and along the way I pause to say … but you are not there within those corridors along lonely halls … Continue reading That Wisp of Longing
NO More, No more, no more. She said, no more. No more, She said again; just to be sure. hiding, lying no more. No More being dead deaf dumb bled. No more she said. Of walking away no more. run You saw me but I said No more. I remember why but no more can I deny the reason why. Should I too haunt the … Continue reading No More
Defines, the very essence of who I want to be. With every breath, there is the grace, of a kind, beautiful, soul. She moves, loves, and never hates, this woman I have in mind. I take her with me on walks, and she’s there every time I talk, this woman I have in mind. She inspires, and I admire, her smile and her cool style. And the … Continue reading That Woman
Walls for the wind And a roof for the rain, And drinks by the fire. Laughter to cheer you And those you love near you And all that your heart my desire! from the book ~ Irish Blessings Continue reading Irish Blessings
I can’t describe the feeling, because it is so new. It has manifested out of the selfish acts of men, and silly notions. I am not fit for consumption, by men. They may fawn and fiddle and display their desire, I see through that gauzy veneer. I WILL NOT…I say… loud enough so only I can hear. I struggle with the words, the feelings, the … Continue reading On Flying Solo
by PaulaB 