So, ummm...where did days 9 and 10 go? The Fat Kid was out of town again, this time to help some friends get their campground ready to open for the season. And, since these cool friends like to meet other cool people (and I know a LOT of cool people) please feel free to visit their website, and perhaps even the campground. Mention my name, and you'll start off on a good foot with Lindy and Jim, the owners. Visit them at www.campinpa.com!!!!! Yeah - I don't mind shameless plugs.
But you know what a few days away means, right?? It means we have to catch up! So, I have an option...a three-fer today, or a two-fer today and a two-fer tomorrow. I have no idea which I'll go with, but since the weekend was spent in the glory of an absolutely INSANE amount of leaves and other nature-ish things....guess what the theme of today is?
Forest Spring
Days of warmth and sunshine,
nights of snow and ice,
a desert in the midst of a desiduous landscape,
an oasis in reverse,
almost a perversion of the word,
until, as the silken night envelopes the weary,
A rebirth unto the next morning,
ready to face the labors of a new sunrise.
Echo
The forest echoes the morning Song,
piliated, tufted, red-headed - all ringing through the still naked trees.
Almost virginal, and yet, ancient at the same time.
For this - this readying, waiting, wanting, yearning, moment -
has all happened before.
Centuries of a perfection Man cannot repeat,
all continuing because it simply must.
A Song with no beginning, no end,
Alpha and Omega,
Creation.
Omega and Alpha,
A Song with no end, no beginning,
all continuing because it simply must,
centuries of a perfection man cannot repeat.
Has all happened before,
for this - this readying, waiting, wanting, yearning moment.
Almost virginal, and yet, ancient at the same time.
Piliated, tufted, red-headed - all ringing through the still naked trees.
The forest echoes the morning Song.
OK, I'm going to stop at two today, and do two tomorrow. Why? Because these two are spur-of-the-moment writings, and well, after "Echo" - I'm going to let it go for the night. See - the Fat Kid just had a strange moment: after reaching the "creation" line, I looked, and realized that with some minor puntuational changes, it actually worked. There are a scant few poetic works I want to put my name to. Usually, they all have a certain feeling attached to them, like I've reached a new plateau in training or something. I never know when they're coming, I only know after they've happened. I would put my name to "Echo".
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
The first poem here made me smile, if for no other reason than you managed to fit the words "deciduous" and "perversion" into a few short lines. Nice. Not really much I can say about it, simply because I'm not usually that interested in landscape/scenery poetry. But I'm trying for you - honest! :)
Your second poem here is nice. It took me a minute to realize what you were doing, but the simplicity of it actually works in the poem's favor. This actually relates back to your poem and my comment about using poetry as imagery. You're not trying to make your poem look like a fish or anything here, but the poem has a mirror-ness to it that is very satisfying. You seem to have a good sense on your poem's lengths, I've noticed. Rarely have read one yet that seemed either too long or too short. A good quality to have as a writer in general!
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