Dear child, hearken now
Thy thoughts hear wilts
Thou forget
The tempest thou bore
In thy song ever more
Now sing thyself asleep
With no wind or bird
To answer thy cry
Now search thee through the night
Till dismal bongs awaken thou slumber
I’ll sing thee a song
A song of the bread maker
And the song of the weaver
The song of the sailor
And the song of a tea maker
Dream thyself asleep
But hark! the words of a song
Chapter One: Gathering~Joel
“Joel, where are you? Joel, I need you to set out the plates before everyone else arrives.” The voice of my mother, Elizabeth, floated down the hall. “I’m expecting at least fifty people for the efrat, and you know how Eliana and Amad’s family eats.”
I slid my flute into a case hidden under my cloak before lazily shuffling to the kitchen. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
more than bloodied scars
more than the wounds and mars
better than a joyful song
better than the happy throng
is the freedom cry
louder than the plea for help
louder then the cry itself
passion fiercer than the shots
passion greater than the thoughts
is the freedom cry
something that my heart inflates
something that my soul translates
something that my mind holds dear
something more important than the years
this the freedom cry
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One: Just out of reach.
For the affect I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
Perfect flaws, scars seep,
Just out of reach.
Black birds fly soar high,
Just out of reach.
For the feel I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
Anxiety stalls, stops quick,
Bravery just out of reach.
The life in need of saving
Just out of reach.
For the words I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
Nadezda woke up early to try to solve the riddle. Valora and Farren followed her downstairs, into the kitchen.
Norla was up and about. Bacon was frying, and a fresh baking of biscuits was cooling on the counter. She was, at the moment, making lots of scrambled eggs.
"Hi, Mom," Nadezda said.
"Good morning," Norla answered.
Nadezda plunked onto a chair. Farren and Valora sat across from her.
"Mom, could you pass me a pad, please?" Nadezda asked.
When she had a pad, she took the pen offered to her by Valora and read the riddle:
Ideas and Thoughts
*A/N* Early Mornings, Disappearances, and Apparitions is actually a true story of the other morning when we went to feed the horses, only the names are altered ;) hope everyone enjoys!!!!
**Two poems, unrelated except for they both have something to do with North, and both were written while I listened to a song called North. 1 is inspired by a character from a novel I'm working on, and 2 is just part of an idea that may one day become a novel, who knows.**
I love to see a sunset!
A sky not just blue
but orange, green, and russet
yellow and purple too!
The sky is briefly colored-rainbow
Colors stretching around earth's bend
With beams bright or mellow
It has not rain or even end!
No end to color in the sky
But brief is the medley's stay
for eventually they must bid good-bye
Night overtakes the day.