Poetic Conversations

[FallingLeaves]

Oh but there is
another song
the wordless one
it is quite long

Fifteeen billion
years ago
it broke upon
the void like so

It is the Song
that holds all songs
and to its heart
Awen belongs

[bardicwisdom]

Tracks of ink laid down upon a page of paper made from wood,
Convey a thought which pulses through my consciousness,
And I would share it with you if I could.

I make a grasp at words that swirl about me in a storm,
Like flakes of snow,
Or leaves that in a forest swarm.
And trying to assemble them into the form that I would have them take,
They cascade through my fingertips, and on the rocky shore of creativity break.

But, like the turning of the wheel, if I persist,
My season too will blossom forth and grow,
Like snowdrops rising out of winter’s mist,
Or new grown spikes of gentle green emerging through the snow.


Now, heartened and encouraged by this newly growing thought,
From barren clay a fertile bed of rich dark earth is brought.
Like seeds my words are scattered now and falling where they may,
Will germinate in their own time, to flower in their own day.


Coaxed on by a warming sun and slowly lengthening day,
My words begin to form themselves into this joyous lay,
And watered by a gentle rain from inspiration’s pen,
Will reach a bounteous harvest, nurtured by Awen.

[Mr Merlin]

I am new to this wondrous place;
How much I enjoy this vale; this gentle pace
Already I feel quite at home;
Readily through the threads I roam
Without a care or a worry
I sit before this screen with no need for hurry ....

I bear a smile ... I rest here for a while
No work in sight; late at night ...
Background music ... cognitive cogs turning
The bard within ... a constant yearning ...

To write and write ... to muse and muse
To share my views
With fellow bard, druid and ovate
Oh how wonderful is fate!

How the wheel of life turns
My spirit still yearns ... for returning places
All traces of my druid past ... had gone ...
Or so it seemed ...

But I would never have dreamed
When I read on another forum ... what is a druid ... what does it mean ... who are they?
So ... during that day ...
I replied
And then I sighed ...

When I found this place via the WWW address ...
a forum to impress
a place to return to again and again
So I can experience memories of being druidic again ....
Seems like I have never stopped being one!

Enough ... mind cease thy chatter
'Tis time to rest my weary head
Time for bed ... I say
00:44 ... such a late hour ... the end of another day ....

Night night
Sleep tight ...

[radgareb]

Kind words and deep prose.
Such things a Bard knows.
A few words if I might about the Moon last night.
Not quite full but bright.
Two dogs and me and a cat.
Went walking this way and that.
To sit a while on the cool grass.
While my three loyal friends and I enjoyed the time we past.

[Gohweeh]

Sitting and reading your poems
make my heart jump
and bring me a smile.

What a good way,
ending a day
with joy.

[solarization]

...

[DancingShadows]

A wanderer is I
returns
As FallingLeaves a fire
does burns
Returning as
the shadows dance
Have I found or
lost my chance
Does wisdom give
a clearer view
Of someone once
I thought I knew.

[Underground River]

Welcome back
Friend of mine
To the grove
Of yours and mine
I'm out of practice
For conversation in lines
So please forgive if
It's rusty at times...
I miss this great game
This way with words
These musical verses
So seldom heard
These days people
Are too busy to write
Everything is frantic
Like a frightened bird in flight
Welcome back
Friend of mine
I hope you stay here
And chat a time...

GreenDruid

[Underground River]

To all those who tell tales
And to those who write in verse
To those who let the words flow
And to those who edit, revise, reherse...
I hand you a mug of your favourite beverage
I drink a toast to thee
For without all you bardic friends
The world would be so bleak, you see...
In the clear crisp light of dawn
And when the night hangs overall
I venture forth to read your words
When I hear the bardic voices call...
And in this forum on the net
Where bits and bytes must reign
I hear your love, your longing
Your fears, your doubts, your pain...
I drink a toast to you once more
For sharing with me your mind
I raise my glass in salutation
To good words, so fine!
These verses may quite formal sound
That is the way I feel
I bow to you in deep respect
With a handshake the bond I seal.
GD

[Underground River]

Please, I beg you, do not cry
I'm back, after two months gone by
Thanks for your reply to mine
And for your poetry so fine...
GD

[Fox]

Listening to Jackson Browne when I should be working --
But is music and poetry really -- REALLY -- shirking?
I feel more and more like my real work is here
To make my thoughts and feeling more right and clear
À Bhrighid grant me a voice that might be heard
Help this storm-tossed cawing bird
Sing and laugh and cry and speak
The friendship here and love that we all seek.

But Underground River, or is it Green Druid girl,
What's up with your name? What riddle does it unfurl?
I saw a poem you wrote it must be donkeys years
About an Underground stream that runs beneath your hopes and fears --
So which are you now? C'mon and spill the beans
To a newbie who only picks and gleans
Small meanings from whatever he can find
Lying about, tossed out from others' hearts and minds,
Little glittering jewels to put away and savour
And count myself well-blessed by Brighid's favour.

[Underground River]

Within a book I read of a river underground
I was awed and captivated by its mystic sound
So I chose that to be my name
I still really like it, it has not grown lame
Years later I found myself within a virtual grove, this place
I felt so new and green, unwise, but yet embraced
So I thought myself to be a druid so green
So greendruid was also my name so there I spilled the beans
I was also called Phoenix for awhile
Because I rose up from the ashes of my dark years
Rose up again to meet my darkest fears
But the name phoenix may be still mine
I prefer greendruid and underground river at this time
GreenDruid is the easiest to type
So I will probably be called GD all my life!
Note: The book is by Clive Cussler and is called Inca Gold
GD

[Fox]

Thanks UGR - GD - or even Phoenix -
Your story's touching - pass the Kleenex -
(Sorry, just had to try that rhyme,
Though probably committing bardic crime!)

[Underground River]

In fact, that was an excellent rhyme, my friend
I love this conversation cause it seems to never end
I really should more time on it spend
To impart rhyming knowledge and bardic wisdom lend...
:P
GD

[radgareb]

A waxing moon, I can see the garden grow.
A walk at dawn, and off to work I go.
A walk in the evening and I am amazed, the things that changed in the course of a day.
My companions are glad to see me, some would say its only a Dog a Cat and a Potbelly Pig, Chickens and a Rooster, companions cant be.
But I know them by other names, and they know me.  :hug:

[Fox]

I'm getting better, feel like I'm waking,
Seeing how my own life is for the taking,
If I don't grab it, someone else will ...
But now I'm more active, I hope that I'll still
Have plenty of time to haunt this place.
Think I was obsessed there for a while,
Now I want balance, so though I will smile
With my fellows, and read the good verse,
Debate, laugh and argue for better or worse,
I won't be around QUITE so much as I was,
I will be living my life in other ways, does
This mean I love you lot less? No, no, no, NO!!!
But I can't tell my flower NOW not to grow ....


(oh dear, just noticed an orphan line
waiting for it's brother rhyme ....)

[Dancing Bear 54]

Discribe a God or Godess I've never met?
this may even, get me yet
Arwin come and do her work
Even when I seem a jerk
Thats what is great , about it be
Immortials down though history
Inherent wisdom they do have
To trust them now isn't bad
But stand you must, upon two feet
And show your worthy of blessed feet
Feet who follow, feet that lead
But never drive you to your knee's
Enough conversation , I must leave
And do my best poet deeds                :hiya:

[OfRavensBlood]

This thread is the best,
I must confess.

So to try I must,
To run with the rest.

In my heart I know i'm no good,
but to learn from all of you I know I should.

So I'm taking the risk,
of walking into this Bardic mist.

To play a game of rhyme,
which gives me a more joyous passing of time!

For all of you that gave this a plunge,
I thank you and soak it up like a spounge

Blessed Be!

[bardicwisdom]

I struggle to find my magical source
of rhyming and chiming, of wordsmithing,
but have found instead a quagmire.
Where nothing seems to follow as I believe it should,
Cadence has gone on holiday and left me at home,
...alone,
with un-rhyme and un-reason as my bleak companions, ... but...
being home...alone... perhaps they too are illusions.
Allusions to a thought I once held dear, near? do I fear,
their loss.
I had a postcard from Cadence, it appears that meter is along for the duration as well.

But enough of this doom, and gloom, I have no room
for an unwelcome guest, who comes not at my behest.
Sunlight filters, seeps into, and brightens my day,
and guides my thoughts along a happier way.
So I must now put new-found thoughts and dreams
into a composition worthy of gracing Awen themes.

And so, my friends and fellow versifiers
join in with me to stoke the flames and feed the fires,
the spark of which I feel now deep within my core
and banish negativity and sloth forevermore.


 :x  :-(    :???:            

Aidan/|\

[Jingle]

I too, have misplaced my muse
and what a thing for me to lose
For writings will my heart expose
But never quite the same in prose

But light I see in my new drum
As softly quickly sounds the thrum
And vivid visions of vivacious folly
Fairies dance with movement jolly

So soon I will pick up the pen
And write my thoughts of yonder glen
And in my grove the fire's fierce flame
Will burn my doubt of chosen name

OfRavensBlood, Aidan, my thanks*  
For bringing this topic up the ranks
For far too long my pen's been dry
And now I'll give it another try.


*Edited - was - TrueUp and Aidan, I give you thanks