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Re: Daydreams from Hunny-Muffin Hollow
DIR By: Aurauris
Date: April 29, 2013, 12:29 pm
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[center][color=#5694EB]The Sun's Daydreams
Your fingers dapple across my stomach
The second hand ticks, pauses, turns away
Letting us curl up in the heat of the night
Two pairs of lips, one breath, the world eons away.
Man has yet to number the stars
Or touch the secret heart of the earth
How, then, could I hope to explain
The depth of my feelings, for all they're worth?
The moon slips behind silk screen clouds
After countless centuries, it knows when to leave alone
Young lovers as they seek the shadows
That neither chide them nor condone.[/center]
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Re: Daydreams from Hunny-Muffin Hollow
DIR By: Aurauris
Date: April 29, 2013, 12:30 pm
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[center][color=#5694EB]Evaporation
A moonless night, I dread the moment when
Those falling shadows perch upon my skin
And burrow deep, their sorrow to infect.
Soon Mare of Night, his gifts to recollect,
Shall sweep below and in his suit of hoar,
Attempt to drown me lost forevermore.
But there is one whose hand will alway stay
The edge of rotten lightlessness, the day
To overcome with cries of brightest heat.
The Moon invokes the Sun to rise complete,
And with a graceful bow he slips from stage.
But quick he finds her touch is not a cage,
Unlike dim stars of past she shall not snare—
You, Moon, flown high, no longer need beware!
As in their orbits wondrously they turn,
My lighted shadows, dying, twist and burn.[/center]
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Re: Daydreams from Hunny-Muffin Hollow
DIR By: Aurauris
Date: September 13, 2013, 9:27 pm
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[center][color=#5694eb]When Clutching Much, Possessing Naught
(A short, original Fable)[/center]
[color=#5694eb]
Not so long ago, and not so very far away,
There once ran a River through the tall-grass glade.
Neighbors, he had three:
The closest, Creek; the flighty Bourn; and beyond, the worn and
ancient Sea.
River, after recent rain, swelled particularly bubbly and
bright;
Birds sought leafy shade, wind skipped through the grass, and
his clear stream glinted with light.
How merry the murmur of his waters! How full his banks!
‘Wouldn’t it be nice to always feel this swift and full of
life?’ thought River, giving thanks.
Perhaps there was a way to never thirst again, he mused.
And lifting his bed with a great sharp SNAP! dirt slipped down
the stream, a dam soon to accrue.
A little higher, the dam each day.
A little rounder, his rump did sway.
Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty was the first to speak:
‘Where’s the water gone?’ cried Creek.
‘My grass, it crumbles! My daisies, drooped and low —
And if there’s been a single drop, well, there’s nothing here to
show!’
River, afluster, managed to muster a reply both low and meek:
‘I-I’ve no idea of what you mean,’ then quick behind the rising
dam, refuge did he seek.
Despairing Creek threw up her hands, bid brittle banks adieu,
and moved down south with Sea.
Yes, things were going quite well for River; through his
gullies, water gurgled constantly.
Brimming over in his girth each day — (Do we dare to call him
Pond?) —
Over his lush, leafy saplings and resilient green grasslings,
our swelling River does fawn.
But in the rise of summer’s heat, much to the stream’s dismay,
Carefully gathered waters begin to wisp away.
His treasure, vanished! A frantic, hardened heart in turn firmed
soils down below.
And so the glade began to die, when no water there could flow.
A plump Pond still, though dwindling swift, just didn’t seem to
see
How the dry, sandy base of a weighty dam trembled precariously.
From thence it took but a single swell of rainwaters flowing
strong
To topple the mighty act of Greed in a rush of mud and dust
swept along.
Drained dry of his wealth, bled to naught but a Trickle, River
wept for days to come.
Oh, to be merry and burbling free! — had he only contented to
share waters with everyone.
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Re: Daydreams from Hunny-Muffin Hollow
DIR By: Phoebe90
Date: December 6, 2015, 6:29 am
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This is good one!
--- Quote from: Aurauris Eilrua link ---
>
> [center][color=#5694EB]No one thanks a Hero
>
> God, not again.
> Another venomous lie to feed my growing
> Hatred of you.
> Well, then who cares?
> Hammer away at my innocence with
> Your scathing tongue, spitting serrated
> Promises at me through your teeth.
> I’ll take the ugly blade you’ve forged
> Out of this broken soul
> And use it against its creator.
> Your own rhythm, pounding in the background
> Pulsing in my veins, never-ending
> Reminder of your falsities gives me
> Guts to part the walls of your heart.
> No more words, no more breaths, no more lies.
> Standing with a clenched jaw, this bloody edge in my fist
> It’s easy to see how you wormed your way in.
> Your high throne is burning
> While you sit in denial of my rage.
> How easy it is
> To smile
> And fool you.
> You’re the ignorant one now.
> Surely you know no human
> Can forget that fast.
> The beast builds up pressure, claws unsheathing
> Spilling your blood to save that
> Of the future afflicted.
>
> No one thanks a hero.
>
>
>
> No one saves a hero. [/center]
>
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