Scraps of rhyme .....

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

:)Just a poem to enjoy....

THE PASSAGE OF NIGHT.

The room is dark
a candle burns into the night
he sits
silently
his long gnarled fingers
work deftly
a light flickers on his face
an old aged face
criss-crossed with wrinkles
and coloured deeply with a rusty tan
now fading

a rough unkempt beard
stained with tobacco
is outlined with the shadow
revealing the weatherbeaten features of this
solitary figure

he works on
oblivious to all else
an air of serenity surrounds him
a kind, loving warmth penetrating the darkness
his internal peace
overruling his harsh, ugly appearance

a sigh breaks the stillness
a tired, fatigued sigh
as the weary sea-captain drifts off into a deep
slumber
the darkness engulfing him
as the candle burns out
and the night turns into day.

...and I hope you did T.

[Halethala]

*Smiles* you paint well with few words a nice sketch of this man . . anyone we know? *g*

[Dream Loxley]

Another man with a wonderful way with words.....welcome to our boards and the friendships herein

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

Thanks,

"I seek no recognition, no nation wide acclaim
I have no fond ambition for wide poetic fame
Forsooth I find the only care is the pleasure I've attained
I write because the rhythm's there that cannot be restrained
And if one simple cheerful tale can bring but one wee smile
Although my fame and fortune fail
Then it is all worthwhile."

Richard Magoffin "We Bushies"

...... Anyone you know? The old man was (very) loosely
based on my grandfather. I'll post another shortly. T.

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

Here's another ......

[uTHROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD.

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Skyrockets in flight,
Witches ride broomsticks
through the night.
Cannons thundering aloud,
From galleons afloat
on a sea of cloud.
Climb upon a winding stair,
Find the giant
who lives up there.
Sparkling rainbows in a mist,
Glisten in eyes
by faeries kissed.
Mounted on a wooden steed,
Is a noble knight
in word and deed.
A forest full of mossy knolls,
Can hide elves and goblins
dwarves and trolls.
Strive to save the maiden fair,
Slay the dragon
in his fiery lair.
Fashioned by many willing hands,
Huge castles bake
on the summer sands.
Indians are creeping through the grass,
To catch the cowboys
at the hayshed pass.
Grab a spade but take a sword,
Search the beach
for a pirate’s horde.
There’s Venus, Saturn, Jupiter and Mars,
Fly a rocket ship
to explore the stars.
Imagination to split worlds asunder,
Through the eyes of a child
it’s all magic and wonder.
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........ a child's imagination is a powerful thing and should nurtured always. T.

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

*Scratches head* Well, that didn't come out quite the way I wanted! Guess I'll just have to keep trying. T.

[Lady Edfeil]

*smiles and just enjoys the words* It's becomming a treat to me to read your poetry. Your style in poetry remind me of someone dear to me that I miss.

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

My dear Lady Edfeil,
I'm glad that you are enjoying them
"... if one simple cheerful tale can bring but one wee smile..."

The following poem was written by my Grandmother .....

WON WRON.

Gently the sun touches the distant scene
In wraith-like strands through drifts of mist
The dark tree trunks, like scored totems gleam
And chartreuse gum tops, sun-kissed
Bow to the hills.

Off-white clouds like galleons are trailing
Ephemeral shadows on lichened willows.
Far, in eucalypt-banked hills birds are hailing
The sun; and silhouetted in murky shallows
Egrets stand still.

Nearer, the old horse in bracken glances
As, under the haystack’s mossy cover
The breeze, like possums holding court dances,
And exultant children chase piglets
Laughing their fill.

She didn't write many poems, but this is one of my favourites ...

WonWron is a place in country Victoria (Australia) near where my Grandparent's (now my Uncle's) farm is located.
(PS: The second W is silent - Won(W)ron) Enjoy :DT.

[Dream Loxley]

I continue to be amazed at the depth of talent surrounding me here.....its wonderful to read of others writing, either in story form or poetry and verse.

Often I have stated how I look forward to reading our boards....and I am reminded daily as to the reasons why.

[PoetLover]

Oh! Won Wron is simply enchanting! Your talents come from a lovely heritage, Thorgrimm . .

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

... And now for something a bit different.
I have always liked this piece ....

Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade in every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right.

And what is ... an illusion.

from "Nights in White Satin" by The Moody Blues

I am currently working on a new poem, I will post it in here when I have finished it. T.


"If you have never been amazed by the very fact that you exist, you are squandering the greatest gift of all"

[Dream Loxley]

I love those words.....superb album! showing my age now ;D

Twilight Time

Twilight time to dream awhile
In vales of deepening blue
As fantasy strides over colourful skies,
The form disappearing from view.
In twilight time
Dream with me awhile

A nightingale plays a dark mellow phrase
Of notes that are rich and so true.
An aerial display by the firefly brigade
Dancing to tunes no-one knew.

In twilight time
Dream with me awhile

In twilight time
Dream with me awhile

Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow brings.

Twilight time,
Dream with me awhile.

Bats take to wing like puppets on string,
Prancing through cool evening air.
In a sightless glide, no reason to hide
From a wave of the sun's blinding stare.



(From The Album..... Day's of Future Past)

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

I have that album
"Twilight Time" ... reminds me of a song, by Andy Williams, that my parents used to sing .... (now who's showing their age? )


Here's another of mine ......


MOONRISE.

Enthralled.
I am drawn to the rising moon,
Its enchantment binds me.
A rapt spectator, I watch
as the drama of its moods unfolds.
The magic gathers me.

Shy moons of Spring.
White gold. Rising coy
from the shadowing mists.
Quiet and delicate, above the awakening land.

Bushfire moons of Summer.
Orange red. Bursting hot
through the shimmering haze.
Huge and misshapen, in the dust and sweat.

Tranquil moons of Autumn.
Yellow gold. Lifting bright
over the ripening harvests.
Broad and confident, as the season mellows.

Lonely moons of Winter.
Brilliant ivory. Shivering cold
against an ink black sky.
Stark and icy, silver frosting the valleys.

Peaceful.
Each moon has its own symphony.
Their subtleties calm me, I find
joy and clarity to melt my confusions.
A fine music surrounds me.




:DT.




..It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream..

[Dream Loxley]

*Chuckles at Andy Williams* Wonders if you remember his 'Love Story' song ;D

Really enjoying your words.....

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

;DNow, hang on .... I said that I could remember my parents singing it, I'm not THAT old!!

Just thinking ..........

The time of my life.

As I age, I refuse to deny my years. When asked my age, I will always admit to the correct number, whatever it may be.
For what year, or years, could I subtract? The one when I watched in wonder as Man landed on the Moon? Perhaps the year I fell in love with my wife? Or those years when my sons were born and I felt such amazement as I held them for that first time?
How about those less favourable? Like the year when I was seriously ill? Or one of those grief-filled years spent saying goodbye to some-one?
Maybe I could choose the seemingly insignificant. That year I saw a falling star? Or the one spent not so much enthralled with my life, just content with it?
No, I’ll keep them all - the good, the bad and the not so memorable. To deny any one of them would be to deny myself. Because when added up, they are my life.

;)T.