They call it 'otherworldly'--
the nectar-colored sky
behind the blackened front
of the approaching summer storm...
the sunlight and the rain that come at once,
dripping gold...
the sighing of the wind among
the youngest of the trees...
the stirring of the lake
beneath the water lilies...
'Otherworldly'.
I laugh at them--
at the narrow minds
that speak of other worlds but cannot grasp
the wonders of their own,
who cannot fathom sun and rain at once...
or a nectar-colored sky.
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I love it!
Lovely... very beautiful :)
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Thanks!
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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!
True! A better word may be C.
True! A better word may be C. S. Lewis's "Otherness."
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
I love it!
It's enchanting!
Hey, I just signed up for an account on here. But it seems to be taking FOREVER to approve my account. :/
~Ari (technically Emily but there's already an Emily on here.....)
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Beautiful, Mary... this was really well done....
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine
Really beautiful :)
Really beautiful :)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
such evocative imagery! Love
such evocative imagery! Love it
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
Wow Mary. If I could sit and
Wow Mary. If I could sit and come up with such cool poetic discriptions...they still wouldn't make me shiver when I read them.
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LOL
Actually, KJ, I didn't really think a whole lot about this one as I wrote it. It was while I was living with my grandma, and looked out the window one day to see a 'nectar colored sky' behind a black storm front. And this just sort of followed as a result. I wrote a lot of good poetry while I was taking care of her, actually... that may be something to think about.
Anyway, glad you enjoyed it. And thanks, everybody, for all the compliments!
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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!
I just read this again a few
I just read this again a few months after I read it the first time...and nothing I could say would actually do this justice. It is an amazing poem; the lines get perpetually stuck in my head and give me such a wonderful imagination of what this might look like.
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
The literary part of me
The literary part of me (always the first to react) said wow...
But I have been a scientist for 3 years now, so I can't help myself:
What color is nectar?
(sorry)
I love this, Mary.
I love this, Mary.