I have been inside this dark cocoon for far too long.
Outside I hear the rustlings and the murmurings of song.
They seem to be inviting me to leave behind the night -
To unwrap from the shadows and be anointed by the light.
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It's like listening to
It's like listening to someone sing. Beautiful, lyrical.
"outside I hear the rustlings and the murmurings of song..."
I'd say "catchy" except that's wildly inadiquate. So I'll stick with "musical" and "haunting." It's one of those things that echoes in your head for a long while after you read it.
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't." ~Pelonius in "Hamlet"
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't." ~Pelonius in "Hamlet"
Yes, exactly! I think
Yes, exactly! I think haunting is a good word (haunting in a good way, I assure you. Like, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy...I mean she haunted him. Not haunting like the evil spirit of a long dead child with a lingering wail of dark and mournful tones residing in the rafters of a house of horror and rotting, creaking wood and black cats....not that kind.).
"...Now you've heard of the French Nation, and the British Nation....Well this, is the Imagin Nation." Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street)
Thanks!
"Not haunting like the evil spirit of a long dead child with a lingering wail of dark and mournful tones residing in the rafters of a house of horror and rotting, creaking wood and black cats....not that kind."
Um... thanks. I think... O_O ;)
This poem is so short, but I just seemed to be complete. And you're right, it is "catchy". ;)
I made a wallpaper based on this poem, which you can see here, if you like:
http://i581.photobucket.com/albums/ss260/Aranel89/Wallpapers/Anointedby…
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Though I can't remember now if the poem was inspired by the picture, or the picture reminded me of the poem I wrote. Ah, well...
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This was very beautiful. Effortless to read. I think, even though it seems complete as it is, it would be beautiful if it went on.
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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa
That was lovely. I liked how
That was lovely. I liked how you described "the rustlings and murmurings of song"
side note: I never recieved your section from the progressive story. If you could resend it that would be grand. :D
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I've never seen a purple cow,
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow;
I'd rather see than be one.
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
Butterflies
Your poem is beautiful
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The Word is alive/and it cuts like a sword through the darkness
With a message of life to the hopeless/and afraid...
~"The Word is Alive' by Casting Crowns
May my words be a light that guides others to the True Light and Word.
Formerly Kestrel