The Cello's Lament by HaveTales-WillTell, literature
Literature
The Cello's Lament
They call me brute.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
inflexibility
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
There was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
The rising sun
Painting the sky with colors
Welcoming new day
Cerulean sky
Turning orange, red, and pink
Beautiful artwork
The Seasons
Buds come to life
Sweet aroma in the air
Birds are chirping
Trees shedding their leaves
Yellow leaves crunch below feet
Changing of seasons
White snowflakes falling
Icicles hanging from roof
Cold winter morning
Nature
Cocoon hangs from branch
Will soon emerge a butterfly
Beginning new life
Light summer showers
Brings out art work in the sky
Ribbons of color
Waterfall
White mists of beauty
Deafening sound of thunder
True force of nature
I stare at the star crystallized in the bottom of my glass of iced tea
and caress my book with fingertips not used to human contact
Inside a girl speaks of blue and white for her swings
Mine are a lot more like black and grey - devoid of color whatsoever
The colors only bloomed when you were there, and what a short time we had
and I mourn for time lost and missing things
but while my black takes me over again
at least I can dream of you.
Overcome your Writer's Block by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Overcome your Writer's Block
Overcome your Writer's Block:
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Oh well...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a
i. Return
Through a dark tunnel
of bent birch and cedar I walk.
Soft moss on cobblestone. Home.
The tilted bird bath drips with
tea coloured rain. Vines snake up
old walls even as the sandstone crumbles.
Decaying gutters sag with sad, welcoming
smiles, heavy with dead leaves
and the fallout of terracotta tiles.
ii. Memory
On her lap, in the evening, swinging
on the front porch chair. Humming
a lullaby, she whispers softly and
marks with a brush of her ringless finger,
magpie and minor, chicken and hen
and then, soft kisses on my cheek for bed.
At the bus stop, she is squinting and waving
and waiting. At hometime, she i