poetry
Previous entry was in truth a good summary of my feelings today. But it was *actually* just a line pulled at random from my dead.poetry file for
musesfool's "post a line of poetry at 4:00" thing.
So, the found poems:
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Speaking to a drunken audience high nonsensical words;
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning
until the moss had reached our lips
What's with the Aesir? What's with the Elves?
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs.
lilies without, roses within
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
It is not imperfect to
have died
Yea, I am a merry fool
In this misty place where hunger finds us
A prince becomes a shocking knave
Loves mysteries in soules doe grow
Dawn was theirs, and sunset, and the colours of the earth.
Euphoria in the eye that beholds...
Now darkgreen the leaves are full of metaphors
The fever sings in mental wires.
lost are my words, lonely is my spirit
If I could speak words of water
did you know that hunger makes the eyes sparkle that thirst dims them
and you don't want to look at the school, so you look at the sky
Because it was snowing again last night.
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So, the found poems:
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Speaking to a drunken audience high nonsensical words;
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning
until the moss had reached our lips
What's with the Aesir? What's with the Elves?
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs.
lilies without, roses within
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
It is not imperfect to
have died
Yea, I am a merry fool
In this misty place where hunger finds us
A prince becomes a shocking knave
Loves mysteries in soules doe grow
Dawn was theirs, and sunset, and the colours of the earth.
Euphoria in the eye that beholds...
Now darkgreen the leaves are full of metaphors
The fever sings in mental wires.
lost are my words, lonely is my spirit
If I could speak words of water
did you know that hunger makes the eyes sparkle that thirst dims them
and you don't want to look at the school, so you look at the sky
Because it was snowing again last night.