Posted by Persophone on August 12, 2001 at 19:27:18:
In Reply to: My Task posted by ShadowMn on August 12, 2001 at 18:16:38:
Nice ShadowMn, Thank you. The small flashes of what has come before make what comes after all the more sad, and lovely. She would be lucky to have a man with with a poet's soul.
Are you familiar with Greek mythology?
He comes to me on tattered wings,
With all the fury passion brings;
Not for love my heart is his,
But for the pain when love begins.
The rending of sweet flesh as if
This body were a cloak,
And desperate were his urgency
To wear me as his own.
What burning is the yearning?
This flame which I would name,
That should I speak less eloquent
My lips would silence shame.
And yet he takes me to his chambers,
Wraps his heart round mine,
Welcomes me to hell,
Where love and hate combine.
Forgetting is the sire
Of innocence disguised -
The emptiness required,
Before he'll close my eyes.
With sudden thrust of manly knife
Nay! Manliness and then!
A thousand times a thousand
He fills me once again.
The burning of his blade,
The fire in his sac,
Fills me with eternity -
The love which lovers lack.
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Imagine Pluto's willing bride, how impossible is that? - P.
Posted by Persophone on August 17, 2001 at 17:55:32:
In Reply to: Chair posted by Childe on August 17, 2001 at 17:22:18:
As I was laying in my bed,
I felt the edge beneath my head,
It wasn't long enough you see,
To let me sleep most comfort'bly;
So to fix this little thing,
I used a little piece of string,
And a blade of stainless steel,
Suspended from a little wheel;
With a gentle tug I saw,
The solution to my problem fall,
The edge below met edge above,
And now I have the sleep I love.
the end
Love your work and your style! :)
Posted by Persophone on August 21, 2001 at 05:50:54:
In Reply to: haiku? posted by Jeffrey Paul Soreff on August 21, 2001 at 04:52:39:
Very nice Jeffrey Paul Soreff.
Quietly weeping ice
Mourning winters lonely death
My tears fall for thee
regards
~Persophone