Ugly chases Beauty through fields of deepening heather,
Ugly runs up hill, Beauty down.
Snow begins to fall.
Ugly grows tired as Beauty springs into the distance.
Ugly stops, Ugly lies alone.
Darkness closes in.
Melting away, signs of Beauty left behind,
Etched into earth, something to feel.
Ugly smiles and says.
'Farewell my friend, until the dawning of the day
When we shall run again through deepening heather
And I shall chase you through the fields into the distance.'
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On the leeward side of the Rockies we had four centimeters of snow last weekend. Upon waking I saw a jack rabbit bounce through the pristine cover and was reminded of this nonsense from November 1995.
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where was it writeen
dont say on paper?!
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you did well to keep it
anything I write gets destroyed generally or at best forgeotten Very Kafkaesque
where was it written
dont say on paper?!
!
you did well to keep it
anything I write gets destroyed generally or at best forgotten Very Kafkaesque
Fortunately I have kept most of what I have written since around the age of 15.
Most of it, of course, is tripe. The teenage years are particualrly solipsistic. Nevertheless it has been interesting to see how the musings of my mind have changes over the years.
It is also interesting to develop and idea over mutliple years. So much in life now needs to be done very quickly (asap, Q1, Q2, Q3, fiscal 2006, etc.), it is very differnt to consider a piece of and on for 10 years or more.
alan i think your last comment there is beautiful. to be able to concider a piece of art (expecially poetry do to its intrinsic nature with perception) for ten years, to me shows that you have a connection with a very grounded side of yourself. What was brilliant then we change now, normally because of its irrationality we like to think we have "learned better". as a young poet i always thought thats why being 40 and writting a poem would be much more coherent but i think ive realized now that by the time im forty the difference is i wont relate to my fifteen year old self. who wrote some painfully teenage angst poetry.
"your words may show brilliance of character and mind or destroy the structure of ageless beliefs because the world seen by a fool is a world left to perception."
....hawlmnyair
p.s. some people think that last qoute is calling them a fool, its actually telling us we are all fools ;)
'There are none so blind as those that see'.
I think much of poetry is about seeing, really seeing, for the first time.
Thanks for the kind words.
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