The Nature of Daylight | |
siteless User ID: 1121377 Australia 10/07/2010 11:34 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Prayer Room Your prayers could live in this room. The clock would keep them in time. It's late. There is lamplight and moonlight, and two skylights. Your eyes looked down on me earlier. I could see the sea when I tilted a pane and looked out. Perhaps you heard me shout. It is only three hundred miles. I have heard men in gaols call from cells to their wives across busy roads, call to their loves. If you came here now and prayed and taught me to pray… If you came here once to hear the clock, the silence, I might close my eyes on myself and simply forget myself in your voice. Waves of prayers break over me, my wasted years. See how the tide takes me out into darkness. But for this moonlight I've disappeared. Who are we but ghosts on the night's sea? Your prayers could live inside me. Say a prayer now, for company and it may reach this lonely room. I'll open a skylight in time to let you in. [link to www.youtube.com] And today the sky looked as dusty as the mantle piece, a grey wash of ash, a deathly image of winter in its throws! .... siteless |
siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/08/2010 09:28 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Opals and skulls littered across the sand, each lay as pale and full of ocean, forest and sky as the other.... siteless [link to www.youtube.com] Translated: Where is the sea I don't why I was just looking for the sea But the only thing I found was a desert A desert around me.... |
siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/08/2010 09:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The sun seemed to fold inside out, its inner jealous moons heat dissipated, spent and cool. [link to www.youtube.com] |
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siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/09/2010 05:56 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Pomegranate still lingers at the back of my mouth hours after exploding those seeds with mango for textural contrast.. Life drawing gets going in Tuesdays during the holidays, it’s not so far away. I want to learn how to shade lips and breasts the lips of breasts and the folds around toes stained black where a ring often goes... I want to paint on black henna and red and orange across the page to the tips of fingers across a page well away from flesh.... siteless |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/09/2010 07:42 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] dire need, I know dire need, its aching toes patting over a frosty deck toward the steps where a shadow has drawn a perfect line between springs fluidity and something better off in a stiff summertime drink. Apple blossom turns up spayed open against the sun.... and for me? The biggest contemplation of the day is whether or not to plant that daphne in the planter at the door or go out and buy a cumquat and a box of chocolate. :siteless |
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siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/09/2010 09:34 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | thanks Celtic [link to www.youtube.com] There is a romantic notion of billowing curtains inside/outside, midmorning-blue-skies-spring-air blossoms filling the breeze as soft as the inside of forearms, the nape of neck. Wilted water colours fall across cotton sheets smudged n smeared fresh with bluebells, daffodils, toast crumbs... The sun catching your eyes. :siteless |
siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/09/2010 07:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | How can I vanish Before meeting someone Like a water bubble Ceaselessly flowing On a stream of thoughts. ~Lady Ise (877-940) [link to www.youtube.com] When the pen catches at the paper like a snagged hook in the depths I pray you don’t swim out only to find something sharp beneath your footing. There is a swing over the water high high up there where the laughter never lets go of the air There where diamonds float and swallows swim the ripples on the wing, never let go... :siteless |
siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/10/2010 08:34 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. ~Audrey Hepburn [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1124022 Australia 10/10/2010 06:33 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air - An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air with its black beak? Did you hear it, fluting and whistling A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall Knifing down the black ledges? And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds - A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river? And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life? - 'The Swan', Mary Oliver, 1992 [link to www.youtube.com] I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, the news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, having felt something more wonderful than all the electricity of New York City. -Mary Oliver, from pg. 40 of 'Evidence', published 2009 |
siteless User ID: 1126161 Australia 10/11/2010 03:02 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Stars come down to roost amidst the blushing oak reddened at their warmth against the clear cool skies... [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1126161 Australia 10/11/2010 07:14 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Who would know? Do things fly better than feathered wings or prayers? such as leaden minds crashing beautifully- pristine, like a tragic, pagan rosary. [link to www.youtube.com] |
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siteless User ID: 1126161 Australia 10/13/2010 03:46 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. – from My Shadow silly little thing |
siteless User ID: 1126161 Australia 10/13/2010 05:35 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Clod and the Pebble by William Blake (1757-1827) Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens despite. [link to www.youtube.com] Into the night the cattle cry out like ancients chanting while metal rattles like chains through the sweetest air filled with fog and green. Spring sales. |
siteless User ID: 1130605 Australia 10/14/2010 11:56 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | From Blossoms From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat. O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach. There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. - Li-Young Lee [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1131633 Australia 10/15/2010 08:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Tremble the warmth of morning against the still frozen air, the silent puffed wren awaiting a solid sky. A peaceful groan of waking... shivering... limbs, blinking like the iris in the stirring breeze . |
siteless User ID: 1131633 Australia 10/15/2010 10:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] I Sing by Emily Dickinson I sing to use the waiting My bonnet but to tie, And close the door unto my house No more to do have I ‘Till his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sung To keep the Dark away. |
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siteless User ID: 1131633 Australia 10/16/2010 07:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Yours is like the rock that a river has carved more enduring than the heart wood of cherry trees. Once those hands outstretched with clever verse; It was etched deep into your palms and it would have crept like the sun across anyone’s back they gently patted and held. Happy are the children to whom there is no other but you.... siteless [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1131633 Australia 10/17/2010 09:54 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] A Star in a Stoneboat by Robert Frost Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly fall Has been picked up with stones to build a wall. Some laborer found one faded and stone-cold, And saving that its weight suggested gold And tugged it from his first too certain hold, He noticed nothing in it to remark. He was not used to handling stars thrown dark And lifeless from an interrupted arc. He did not recognize in that smooth coal The one thing palpable besides the soul To penetrate the air in which we roll. He did not see how like a flying thing It brooded ant eggs, and bad one large wing, One not so large for flying in a ring, And a long Bird of Paradise's tail (Though these when not in use to fly and trail It drew back in its body like a snail); Nor know that be might move it from the spot— The harm was done: from having been star-shot The very nature of the soil was hot And burning to yield flowers instead of grain, Flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain Poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain. He moved it roughly with an iron bar, He loaded an old stoneboat with the star And not, as you might think, a flying car, Such as even poets would admit perforce More practical than Pegasus the horse If it could put a star back in its course. He dragged it through the plowed ground at a pace But faintly reminiscent of the race Of jostling rock in interstellar space. It went for building stone, and I, as though Commanded in a dream, forever go To right the wrong that this should have been so. Yet ask where else it could have gone as well, I do not know—I cannot stop to tell: He might have left it lying where it fell. From following walls I never lift my eye, Except at night to places in the sky Where showers of charted meteors let fly. Some may know what they seek in school and church, And why they seek it there; for what I search I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch; Sure that though not a star of death and birth, So not to be compared, perhaps, in worth To such resorts of life as Mars and Earth— Though not, I say, a star of death and sin, It yet has poles, and only needs a spin To show its worldly nature and begin To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm And run off in strange tangents with my arm, As fish do with the line in first alarm. Such as it is, it promises the prize Of the one world complete in any size That I am like to compass, fool or wise. [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1131633 Australia 10/17/2010 07:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | inspired Still those words come away feeling lost For all the wandering over them... so little. They seem rough, cobbled or cobbed Intertwined and tangled with hair Earthy worldly Perhaps they are alright after all... siteless [link to www.youtube.com] |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 1135065 Australia 10/21/2010 05:25 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Charles Bukowski - Bluebird there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you? |
siteless User ID: 1135065 Australia 10/21/2010 06:47 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] The covering of those bones in flesh or dirt breaks the silence of tired thoughts, lifts a mind skyward between the moon shadows over the prison ground beneath the trees. I’d like to climb the stars, burn pampas scrolls, play the Sharman behind your eyes against thighs. |
siteless User ID: 1135065 Australia 10/22/2010 12:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Skin becomes a portal, partially exposed gems bead and the sun is transported. . |
siteless User ID: 1135065 Australia 10/22/2010 06:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Sleeping in the Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver |
siteless User ID: 1138823 Australia 10/22/2010 08:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] The Deserted Garden :Alan Seeger ...And, parting tangled bushes as I passed Down beechen alleys beautiful and dim, Perhaps by some deep-shaded pool at last My feet would pause, where goldfish poise and swim, And snowy callas' velvet cups are massed Around the mossy, fern-encircled brim. Here, then, that magic summoning would cease, Or sound far off again among the orchard trees. And here where the blanched lilies of the vale And violets and yellow star-flowers teem, And pink and purple hyacinths exhale Their heavy fume, once more to drowse and dream My head would sink, from many an olden tale Drawing imagination's fervid theme, Or haply peopling this enchanting spot Only with fair creations of fantastic thought... [link to www.youtube.com] |