Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ari, Oct 8, 2006.

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  1. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    what was almost in the yesterday,
    in the trying to keep it hidden,
    The harvest moon fell upon the earth in the last nigh,
    this story is caused sigh,
    the waiting for the confidant has been watched carefully,
    my actions presented belied the pain,
    the shame that held my head heavier in disdain,
    in the certaintity but alas still with questions,
    in the anguish i had decided
    that the fading into the abyss i would not be missed
    in the eventuality,
    the vision of solitude away from the terrors clouded my mind,
    in rememberance of things only remembered
    from childhood dreams,
    what i craved in the safe place
    bided the deciding trek that i wanted,
    the moon called to me
    wanting me to pull through the cornfields
    that i caressed in my youth,
    in the wandering I would visit the lighthouse
    that was the new addition to the mirage,
    i would sit in the tall prairie grass,
    as the hope passed through my ravaged mind
    letting the lapping lull me ,
    then in the suffering, gathering the last of strength i would go,
    with last looks of wishes that the beacon of light would save me,
    back thru a hidden maze of the corn
    would i strive to find the last of the destination .....
    the willow my friend, always a comfort from the gales of despair..
    .lovingly one last time i would climb her
    wise branches that would hold me close,
    let her comfort me in the last moments
    as the mother moon gazed on....
    till the stars blinked no more
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  2. Robin

    Robin Guest

    All I can say Ari is that if anything bad were to happen to you .. you would be missed greatly, your poetry, your creativity would be a great loss to the world, pls stay with us your friends :hug:
  3. Me,
    I've never had cornfields
    as my path through the night,
    but the moon has been full,
    shedding its light
    through my now small window

    a little light is
    all that it takes
    A little hope,
    is what it makes
    Conjuring and
    and done,
    where before
    there was none...

  4. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    this maze is different than from my youth
    this new place holds the new truths and not of those from the past
    i feel its pull in the wake and unwake moments
    its lure conjours false hope
    in erasing what is me
    in wanting to escape there
    the fear is more than a mountain looming over me
  5. * * *
    I did not mean to belittle your fear
    with simple, trite philosophy
    I know that very same mountain,
    and the moon's the only light I've seen
    I only thought I'd share it;
    they say it brings insanity
    but it's the only thing that's made me calm
    I only wish to offer the same balm

  6. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    you didnt belittle hun
  7. "in the anguish i had decided
    that the fading into the abyss i would not be missed"

    Ari --- the most wrong thing you've ever written...

    One of my favorite passages as I relate deeply (to tears) with the endless struggles portrayed in this epic movie... Here is a quote from the book:

    ~ Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

    - The Return of The King (J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Lord of The Rings” – George Allen and Unwin Ltd. 1974)

  8. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    - The Return of The King (J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Lord of The Rings” – George Allen and Unwin Ltd. 1974)

    sigh sweetie...your words touch me so much...keep me hanging on as many words from people that care seem to boulster when i want to give up the most.....

    what is it about people in pain thinking it would be better if they were gone, that there would probably be a sigh of relief sent up as shouts ...of...well i dont know....what you wrote touched me...I dont know what i really want to say....I guess I am sort of at a loss for words...I just keep reading the passage over and over.......

    in the darkness in the shadow of the light you may not see
    decievment is the purpose of the misting lisping fear of despair
    in this moment the soul thinks there can be no repair
    eyes mostly closed trying to shut out the pain
    in vain eyes cast to the heavens in one last hope for mercy
    the smallest of rays twinkling like a guardian in the sky
    a message sent as if to say you must continue to try
    the far reach may be closer than one thinks
    in the moment of the crossroads deciding in this time
    which path shall this broken body take....
    the one that shadows with a small light
    or the one that we know from our nightmares, that always leaves us stunned
    in the miracle of this world as it travels round and round
    we in life as we touch are found
    in this hope rekindles the fading light, as you travel along with the blights of my nightmarish frights.
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