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Post by Halethala on Oct 5, 2006 8:30:54 GMT -5
At the urging of my little Writer's Group, I entered this poem in a contest . . . It seems they liked it enough to include it in a book, "The Ottertail Review" (just released from the publishers a week or so ago) a compliation of efforts from Minnesota writers . .
Perched
Two friends stood on the angled pitch
of the northeast slope
of the old cabin roof,
Not yet silhouetted by the sun’s descent,
Their backs turned to the dying brilliance
on this last warm day of summer.
Darkly tanned legs braced
With the eloquent ease of youth
As they bared their dreams to the other.
Their laughter mingling with the updraft of smoke
From the ornamental chimney
That drifted into the gathering darkness
That held no malice,
That invited a thousand
Dawns to come . .
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Post by SighehelmofKent on Oct 5, 2006 16:04:31 GMT -5
-smiles and as I am doing a reading amble around various rp rooms, is glad to find this-
VERY good! -Applauds- reminds me of Ozymandias...........if only because of the legs
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Oct 7, 2006 8:05:32 GMT -5
Very, very good. *warm smile* Congratulations, Letha!!!! I always have liked your writing.
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Oct 10, 2006 6:53:53 GMT -5
Wow, nice! To be published like that is just great! I'm so happy for ya *hug
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Post by Thorgrimm Halfdane on Oct 11, 2006 17:57:11 GMT -5
It's a wonderful poem, Letha.  and congratulations on getting published. Tell me, is it possible to get hold of a copy of the book? |
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Post by LadyLaurestina on Oct 11, 2006 18:23:56 GMT -5
* claps hands *
yeah!! Way to go!! AWESOME!
Yours so very talented... thank you for sharing it all with us.... *hugs*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Oct 12, 2006 2:19:21 GMT -5
*hug .............. proof enough dear Letha hmmm *love
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Post by Halethala on Jan 16, 2007 8:07:36 GMT -5
I didn't want to recommend the book until I'd read it myself (don't ask my why I delayed so long) Some of the contributions are like delicious appetizers, leaving me aching to read more from them. It seems Amazon is now handling it, so . . if you're interested: www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595411355/002-8920935-0159236 |
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Post by Halethala on Feb 7, 2007 8:59:12 GMT -5
Irony
Though darkness casts a weighted shroud
across the shoulders of the night
A resolute contention with the light ~
It clarifies the stars.
In silent, dormant stillness sleeps the land
That lies below
The freshly fallen mantle of the snow
Hiding what we know . .
Challenging the gloom ~
The placid winter moon
Its liquid silver glow
On pale and brilliant snow
Inhuming unquenched promises
of Spring.
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Post by Thorgrimm Halfdane on Feb 7, 2007 11:46:45 GMT -5
Letha,  WOW!! Like ... just WOW!!! That is absolutely brilliant!! T. |
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Post by Dream Loxley on Feb 8, 2007 4:21:56 GMT -5
*hug I can feel your heart smiling now Letha *love
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Post by Halethala on Apr 2, 2007 6:52:43 GMT -5
*smiles a little sadly* For what is lost, for we've all lost things . .
What shall we sing ~
When lightning untangles her last bright pulse
And darkness swallows all that’s false;
Clamors subside to planes of glass
In the wake of the storm that’s come to pass . .
What shall we sing
When the thunder sleeps
And naught but the rain still gently weeps . .
What shall we sing . .
We’ll sing . .
We’ll sing of what’s now and forever sown
In the warm deep softness of fertile loam
And alter the course we’ve set towards home . .
When the thunder sleeps
For then the song, the song it will keep . .
Embrangled in thunder’s sleep
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Post by Halethala on Apr 5, 2007 6:52:11 GMT -5
*grins* sometimes I write with one hand flipping through a thesaurus, though I know it often produces work nearly incomprehensible to the naked ear. But it's fun to toy with words . .
This, an entrance for yet another little competition . . with zero thought to win, more just to twist concepts a bit.
An Ode To Peace
Uncloak the breviate agendas
And speak until you
Pave the span between
Inveterate beliefs
Without prosaic divagates
That cloud your hearts.
Compromise
Should not compromise
Or cover lies . . .
But bless each steps that brings you
To a common ground.
Broker your truce
With gentled diligence.
And don’t give up
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Post by Halethala on Jun 1, 2007 11:29:23 GMT -5
It is a smile that pauses, lingers,
An arrow that pierces through,
Palms pressed with gentled fire,
A burst of mingled hue.
It is light that springs from nothingness,
And grows to everything
It’s knots that slowly tangle
In gentled tethering.
It’s purposeful and poignant prose
That quilts your every thought
It’s backing down and giving ground
Compromises wrought.
It’s narrowness and openness, solemnity and joy,
Purity, hilarity and promises that cloy.
Innocence and quietness and crystals without gloss,
Luxuriance and latitude and lassitude and loss . .
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Post by Rayven on Jun 11, 2007 22:24:36 GMT -5
I've always loved your writing Letha. The poem was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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and congratulations on getting published.
WOW!! Like ... just WOW!!! 