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Post by wren on Jul 31, 2006 10:08:23 GMT -5
This is why we did not write And leave our words on yew, vellum or stone Where they could not speak in words untranslatable or strange Where they would have lain in silence, still and gray, cold and unchanging Captives of damp and decay and victims of dissension This is why we did not write So that our words float still on draughts of heat Circling higher and higher on invisible spirals felt but not seen So that our words flutter and flit, the bright sun shining on their multi-colored backs With only a momentary pause for a sip of nectar, a rest upon a warm rock Or to lay the eggs of the future on a milkweed leaf before floating off to play once more So that seed of our words, on its tuft of white silk, might float away on a gentle breeze to some foreign and unseasoned place and grow anew This is why we did not write So that our words sparkle and reflect the stars on a moonlit loch of black water So that our words chant and sing with ancient voices and newborn mews So that our words beat on in the heart of every breast So that our words send roots, deep and searching, into the Earth So that our words reach branches, high and stretching, up to the Sky So that our words blaze and crackle and send sparks up from the Fire This is why we did not write
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Post by Marcus on Jul 31, 2006 15:05:05 GMT -5
That is wonderful!
Where did you find than Wren? Or is that your own work?
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Post by wren on Aug 1, 2006 10:42:10 GMT -5
Mine! Glad you like it. It was one of those flashes of light when I first woke up. Groggy but receptive, I suppose.
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Post by Senbecc on Aug 2, 2006 9:55:27 GMT -5
Mine! Glad you like it. It was one of those flashes of light when I first woke up. Groggy but receptive, I suppose. Thats usually how Imbas comes to me as well, you truly are a fine poet! Theres a poem on here somewhere called no name, where I just sat down and typed it. It is seen exactly as it flowed through my finger tips...It is sometimes a strange feeling when poetry flows with no help from the mind...I think it was "spells" like these that Amergin the Whiteknee sang of in the Caldron of Poesy when he too struggled with the question: "Where is the root of all poetry?"
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Post by Senbecc on Aug 2, 2006 9:57:39 GMT -5
That is wonderful! Where did you find than Wren? Or is that your own work? I get the feeling you've got some poetry too and your holding out..*shakes finger*
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Post by wren on Aug 2, 2006 10:27:37 GMT -5
I love to write stories and sometimes go back and read what I've written and can't remember composing it at all. It is truly from somewhere else. Writing is how I cope with my pain and I've always said that it takes me out of myself, beyond the pain. That makes so much sense now that I've learned about Imbas. It comes from somewhere beyond "me" and takes me out of myself.
On druidcircle.net, they have a poetry dueling thread in their Bardic Forum. I would love to try that but am not certain I've got the skills yet.
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Post by Senbecc on Aug 2, 2006 12:28:56 GMT -5
I love to write stories and sometimes go back and read what I've written and can't remember composing it at all. It is truly from somewhere else. Writing is how I cope with my pain and I've always said that it takes me out of myself, beyond the pain. That makes so much sense now that I've learned about Imbas. It comes from somewhere beyond "me" and takes me out of myself. On druidcircle.net, they have a poetry dueling thread in their Bardic Forum. I would love to try that but am not certain I've got the skills yet. Hmmm, maybe we should try something like that here?
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Post by wren on Aug 2, 2006 15:16:01 GMT -5
I love to write stories and sometimes go back and read what I've written and can't remember composing it at all. It is truly from somewhere else. Writing is how I cope with my pain and I've always said that it takes me out of myself, beyond the pain. That makes so much sense now that I've learned about Imbas. It comes from somewhere beyond "me" and takes me out of myself. On druidcircle.net, they have a poetry dueling thread in their Bardic Forum. I would love to try that but am not certain I've got the skills yet. Hmmm, maybe we should try something like that here? Shall I sneak over and 'borrow' some rules for your perusal? Basically, it's satire but not mean-spirited dueling, one must respond within three days or forfeit, or you can offer 'blrwm, blrwm, blrwm' and willingly forfeit.
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Post by Marcus on Aug 2, 2006 15:25:22 GMT -5
That is wonderful! Where did you find than Wren? Or is that your own work? I get the feeling you've got some poetry too and your holding out..*shakes finger* Im not very good at poetry but i write essays on just the thoughts in my head. I would be sitting thinking of a topic and would just start writing. I posted a thing in the poetry section under the title "our lady calls to scathanna" which was just a glimpse at some song lyrics i wrote. Tis poetry i guess.
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Post by wren on Aug 3, 2006 11:53:03 GMT -5
Ah, song lyrics make for some great poetry, Marcus! I think that is why songs are so powerful, the magic of music combined with the magic of poetry!
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Post by Senbecc on Aug 3, 2006 11:55:09 GMT -5
Hmmm, maybe we should try something like that here? Shall I sneak over and 'borrow' some rules for your perusal? Basically, it's satire but not mean-spirited dueling, one must respond within three days or forfeit, or you can offer 'blrwm, blrwm, blrwm' and willingly forfeit. Interesting....We may try something like that ourselves...make it a little more hands on around here perhaps?
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Post by wren on Aug 3, 2006 12:05:38 GMT -5
They also have poetry contests. A certain subject is chosen (Lughnasadh, for example, for July), up to ten entries submitted. The membership votes for the winner. That person gets a special 'badge' citing they are the 'Bardic Poetry Winner for ___, 2006' to use in their signature.
Think enough people would be interested in either of these ideas to make them work?
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Post by mysticalsoul on Aug 3, 2006 13:49:12 GMT -5
Mine! Glad you like it. It was one of those flashes of light when I first woke up. Groggy but receptive, I suppose. Talk about flashes of light, did anything odd happened on that night, cause at 4 am I woke up from this loud crazy staticky sound with what it look like electricity flashing out, at first i thought it was some crazy dream. Then later on that day my friends IM me and called me asking if I had anything wierd happened also. We had similar experiences, but they passed out, I just gotten a migrane from it. Then we chatted about the Shift/Vortex and this is suppose to end on September.
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Post by mysticalsoul on Aug 3, 2006 13:52:38 GMT -5
This is why we did not write And leave our words on yew, vellum or stone Where they could not speak in words untranslatable or strange Where they would have lain in silence, still and gray, cold and unchanging Captives of damp and decay and victims of dissension This is why we did not write So that our words float still on draughts of heat Circling higher and higher on invisible spirals felt but not seen So that our words flutter and flit, the bright sun shining on their multi-colored backs With only a momentary pause for a sip of nectar, a rest upon a warm rock Or to lay the eggs of the future on a milkweed leaf before floating off to play once more So that seed of our words, on its tuft of white silk, might float away on a gentle breeze to some foreign and unseasoned place and grow anew This is why we did not write So that our words sparkle and reflect the stars on a moonlit loch of black water So that our words chant and sing with ancient voices and newborn mews So that our words beat on in the heart of every breast So that our words send roots, deep and searching, into the Earth So that our words reach branches, high and stretching, up to the Sky So that our words blaze and crackle and send sparks up from the Fire This is why we did not write I love it I just read it and yes sounds like a cool song.
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Post by wren on Aug 3, 2006 18:27:35 GMT -5
Mine! Glad you like it. It was one of those flashes of light when I first woke up. Groggy but receptive, I suppose. Talk about flashes of light, did anything odd happened on that night, cause at 4 am I woke up from this loud crazy staticky sound with what it look like electricity flashing out, at first i thought it was some crazy dream. Then later on that day my friends IM me and called me asking if I had anything wierd happened also. We had similar experiences, but they passed out, I just gotten a migrane from it. Then we chatted about the Shift/Vortex and this is suppose to end on September. I meant that I had a 'flash' in terms of inspiration, more than actually seeing a light. When I first wake or as I fall asleep, I seem to be more open to inspiration for such things as this poem, though I am always writing something these days... Glad you liked it! Hope the migraine has passed... nasty buggers, migraines...
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