Post by kw on Sept 6, 2008 19:22:08 GMT -8
I linger in my winter and wait for Autumn's rise,
But as her beauty nears me, I know she'll turn aside.
And though another age may pass, will never be more kind,
I'll do my best to thank my love for what she left behind.
Should I then tell the story of how one did learn to scold,
Before reason outwits clarity as I tarry 'bout the cold?
When youth had taken hold my hand and led me from remorse,
A fissure did rip through the heart--did swallow the main course.
Through many seasons, there upon, I howled with silvered pride,
With tethered barbs on chary tongue to waft at courtship's sighs.
No ounce of arrogance went far, no pound of spite more so,
A drunken soul should know this much once fallen far below.
But then appeared in perfect sight a goddess who decried:
"Not save you forlorn whelp who cowers 'neath a heap of lies!"
And snap too many times, I did, though feeding from rough hands,
So bypass that dank corridor, she, grown cold from harsh demands.
Grabbed up by simplest means, I think, that day I gave to fly,
"Set off to lick fresh wounds." I yelped, "The wilderness we'll try."
Should I then tell the story of how one did learn my ways?
Before clarity becomes the curse that leads me far astray?
When looking in, instead of out, for something else besides,
A path that led through warmer climes did open self up wide.
Was sudden, so unthinkable, words spilt from familiar lips,
“Why follow me with only eyes?” most gentle, nearly missed.
So there heeled I, a humble pup, far 'cross the great divide.
Not dare nip at this deity for fear she'd tear my hide.
And frost that long had chilled the coat fell hard about the ground,
For beauteous warmth that swathed the bone she gladly gave this hound .
Now, once a fool takes hold the reigns therein becomes the ride,
For sadness skulks away in fear, once carriage suffers sides;
Dark murmurs speak from b'yond the cage, old tissue will erupt,
And cough up all the madness learnt when one was but a pup.
What happened next I shan't forget: I scratched then whimpered lies,
Ones grander than the grandest tales, ones Grendel would think sly.
Her steady hand did then reach out and pat me 'bove the eyes,
And from sweet breath would slip these words, "Apology denied."
So, I linger in my winter and wait for Autumn's rise,
But as her beauty nears me, I know she'll turn aside.
And though another age may pass, will never be more kind,
I'll do my best to thank my love for what she left behind.
**Note: nominated for September 2008 POTM**
But as her beauty nears me, I know she'll turn aside.
And though another age may pass, will never be more kind,
I'll do my best to thank my love for what she left behind.
Should I then tell the story of how one did learn to scold,
Before reason outwits clarity as I tarry 'bout the cold?
When youth had taken hold my hand and led me from remorse,
A fissure did rip through the heart--did swallow the main course.
Through many seasons, there upon, I howled with silvered pride,
With tethered barbs on chary tongue to waft at courtship's sighs.
No ounce of arrogance went far, no pound of spite more so,
A drunken soul should know this much once fallen far below.
But then appeared in perfect sight a goddess who decried:
"Not save you forlorn whelp who cowers 'neath a heap of lies!"
And snap too many times, I did, though feeding from rough hands,
So bypass that dank corridor, she, grown cold from harsh demands.
Grabbed up by simplest means, I think, that day I gave to fly,
"Set off to lick fresh wounds." I yelped, "The wilderness we'll try."
Should I then tell the story of how one did learn my ways?
Before clarity becomes the curse that leads me far astray?
When looking in, instead of out, for something else besides,
A path that led through warmer climes did open self up wide.
Was sudden, so unthinkable, words spilt from familiar lips,
“Why follow me with only eyes?” most gentle, nearly missed.
So there heeled I, a humble pup, far 'cross the great divide.
Not dare nip at this deity for fear she'd tear my hide.
And frost that long had chilled the coat fell hard about the ground,
For beauteous warmth that swathed the bone she gladly gave this hound .
Now, once a fool takes hold the reigns therein becomes the ride,
For sadness skulks away in fear, once carriage suffers sides;
Dark murmurs speak from b'yond the cage, old tissue will erupt,
And cough up all the madness learnt when one was but a pup.
What happened next I shan't forget: I scratched then whimpered lies,
Ones grander than the grandest tales, ones Grendel would think sly.
Her steady hand did then reach out and pat me 'bove the eyes,
And from sweet breath would slip these words, "Apology denied."
So, I linger in my winter and wait for Autumn's rise,
But as her beauty nears me, I know she'll turn aside.
And though another age may pass, will never be more kind,
I'll do my best to thank my love for what she left behind.
**Note: nominated for September 2008 POTM**
fantastic 
