Scraps of rhyme .....

[Pensive]

~sneaks in for another fix then adds something of my own~

Was in the mood to write something 'fun' today and celebrate the week of the 'Full Moon'..

Moonbeams dance upon a darkened sky
Starlight relinquishes its usual splendor
The ‘Man in the Moon’ shows full face
As the suns reflection provides his wonder

Romance is heightened during moonfull changes
As Lovers share stolen moments
A kiss or embrace offered often
Amongst other more intimate events (woots!!)

Whether ghost stories told around a campfire
Creatures howling into silent night
Watchful eyes that glisten in moonlight
The combinations provide for quite a fright

Come rain or shine, he never falters
His presence known and seen regardless
Hanging high in the sky for all to see
Like a beacon in the night to guide us

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

I really enjoyed that Amyra, it's good to see that I'm not the only "Moonwatcher". ;D

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WHOSE REALITY?

Unfocused.
Obscure images flit,
Past my mind’s eye.
Colours flash and fade,
Noises rise and ebb.
Splinters of light,
Shards of dark.
A hazy chiaroscuro,
Half-revealed in bright relief.
Stark objects merge,
Into part-conceived dementia.
Fleeting,
Remembered but unrecognised.
Questions,
Their answers ungraspable.
Linger,
On the tip of my consciousness.

Is this my reality?
Or are these,
The sundreams of a small scorpion?

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I must have been in one of my "deep" moods when I wrote this one, because I have no idea where it came from. It just seemed to flow from my pen.

:)T.

[Pensive]

Oooooooooooo.. very 'deep' T. .. but I enjoyed it just the same..

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

My inspiration seems to be coming from Nature lately.
This is one of my most recent poems.


DANCERS ON THE PLAIN.

Out on the broad Spinifex plain,
The Brolgas are holding their dances again.
Native Companions, they retreat and advance,
Intricate steps in a centuries-old dance.
Wind in the Saltbush whispers so clear,
Tunes and melodies that only they hear.
Sun on their plumages flashes so bright,
As wingtips and feathers catch in the light.
And myself, a rapt spectator, I
Stand frozen in place whilst those regal cranes fly.

Out across the wide blue grass plain,
Stately Brolgas have joined in their pairs once again.

T.

[Pensive]

I guess this one I wrote this week fit my 'Pensive' mood..

Dreams…

Shadowed in darkness
With a daunting unease
Added disillusions
Without any appease

Sometimes hauntingly familiar
In revisiting the past
Memories once lost
Are awakened so fast

Possible foresight into things to come
Perhaps eager in anticipation
Wishful thinking about the future
Awaiting a hopeful explanation

In sleep of restlessness
Or fleeting thoughts in the day
They come and go with such ease
Overshadowing our existence either way

Without DREAMS we are left empty
Whether they are good ones or bad
Foretelling what may lie ahead of us
Or of times gifted, we all ready have had

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

Pensive can be good Amyra.
I like pensive, it puts us in touch with things that are normally hidden somewhere deep within us.

I haven't posted any of my sister's poems lately, so here's one to go on with.

REFLECTIONS.

The day was warm
the air tasted of freedom
and of holiday memories.
The trees stretched out their branches
to follow the wind.
We sat
silent
but together in our thoughts
no need to speak
no words
just a feeling
delicate
to savour
to find for that moment
and hold
like the spring holds the freshness of the dawn
like the trees hold the wind
like the birds hold the blue of the sky
and the freedom of the air
Was it a beginning ?
no ... but it wasn’t an end
just a space to think
a time to listen
a break in the transmission of life’s intensity
a stopover in the journey of the day
a period of peace
there
under the tree
that warm day
when the air tasted of freedom
and the trees stretched out their branches
to follow the wind.

T.

[DL]

Thinks I must have missed the last few here....... wonderful as always.....superb imaginations and such a creative way with words as always. Thankyou all for sharing.

[Halethala]

Mmmmmm . . nature seems to be inspiring many of your recent gifts, Thor and Amyra . . wonderful to read!

*offers a rare one of her own, inspired by the weekend*

The Western Window

I awoke in the unfamiliar room
Across from the wide open window
To the freshening sigh of the prairie breeze
That chased the sun through the quaking leaves
And drowned out the morning dove’s song . . .

A promise unfolds as the day is born
Outside the open window,
And the cool green shadows weave their spell
And join the conspiracy not to tell
As they drown out the morning dove’s song . .

Whispering ancient prairie winds,
That smell of the loamy earth,
Awaken the slumbering dreamers again
For all too soon the night will descend
And drown out the morning dove’s song . .

[Pensive]

Very nice Letha.. I enjoyed that.. also enjoyed the one your sister wrote T.

Summer Soltice is inspiring..

Summer

Heat waves dance
along the ground
Stifled air
in abundance

Summer winds
hot and dry
The sun, she basks
in her reverence


Bird song breaks
the dawn’s silence
As fireflies
light up the night

Flowers open
to greet each day
Before closing again
upon twilight


The days are longer
from sun up, to sun down
Happy children
laugh and play

Sights and sounds
of summer abound
The winter blues
now hidden away


Fresh cut grass
iced tea and lemonade
Lazy weekends
and a slower pace

Enjoy the sunshine
the warmth of her rays
A soft gentle kiss
of summer rain on your face


Seasons come
and seasons go
Ever changing cycles
we endure

Time flies
the older we get
A known fact
for sure

[Dream Loxley]

Love this place.

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

I have just realised that this thread has been going for over a year. In that time it has grown to eleven pages, had 160 replies and received over 1100 hits.
I would like to thank everyone who has contributed over the past 12+ months, I hope that you have received as much enjoyment as I have.

And just to celebrate this milestone I thought I would reprise the poem that began this thread back on 20 June 2004.

THE PASSAGE OF NIGHT.

The room is dark
a candle burns on into the night
he sits
silently
his long gnarled fingers
working 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
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.

T.

[Dream Loxley]

And what a superb year of wonderment this thread has been for us T. Our thanks to you for creating it and sharing all these beautiful verses.......and of course to all of you for your contributions. Reading the emotions and thoughts behind each written peice has given us all so much pleasure.

I raise my coffee cup to another year of inspiration.

I have probably posted this one before, but it remains one of my all time favourites.

LEISURE

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davis

[Halethala]

Mmmmm . . *contented sigh* I like that one, Dream . .

And a year, Thor?! I lift a toast to the one that passed, and to many many more to come! *smiles*

[Pensive]

As usual.. GREAT stuff.. glad I can be apart of all that is shared in this thread..

This came to me as the realization of what we planned a year ago, to visit our friends in Europe, is actually here.. time truly does fly..........

Reflections

Sands of time
Forever flowing
Inevitably changing
Never slowing

From newborn babes
Past middle age
Into golden years
Through every stage

Days to weeks
Months to years
Our “Reflections” visited
In mirrors

Sands of time
Forever flowing
Inevitably changing
Never slowing

[Thorgrimm Halfdane]

The following poem was written by my Grandmother probably over 80 years ago.

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ANCIENT RED GUMS.

Once they were trees, spreading , beautiful,
Resonant with bird’s song, leafy and grand.
Growing for centuries but not immutable,
Then men rung them and left them to stand
Like tombstones.

Bare-limbed suppliants, eloquent of the tears
Of seasons. Upholding their prayerful arms
To an unheeding sky. Patterned by the years,
Gaunt, grim indictments there on the farms
They stand like tombstones.

Shapes graven with epitaphs of a fugitive race
Of ancient ill-fated folk; showing signs
Where primitive weapons bit deep, bearing trace
Of shields, lithe canoes and valiant times
Now! Grim tombstones.

Bow; bow to the pioneers urgent fight,
Speak to this generation and say,
“We heed the dire urge to put the forest to flight.
But your purloined beauty. Repay, repay
Tears for accusing tombstones.”

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They were still living on the family farm back then but, there are times when I feel she had ideas far in advance of her time.

T.