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This month's inspired piece from Susan Schroder's calendar titled Viridios. This one I liked alot and really gave me the start to see the world she saw and still in my own way. Tis the magic of a true artist.
"Welcome wayward child," the woman heard, "To my forest home.Tis my kingdom all around regardless where thy spirit roam.""Where are you?" Asked the woodland visitor to the mocking voice.The birds joined in as laughter echoed while the haunting sound rejoiced."Where am I, where are you a question truer prayed upon my dear.""Show your self." Was her reply as she kept in check her fear."Willful lass you truly are though lost in many ways.So too be such mortal kind since the first of dawning days."On the nearby trees her focus narrowed whilst he talked aloud.The dense growth of wood and leaf hid all within its shroud.Then she saw the green man's face appear from hollowed wood.What expressed upon his weathered brow she somehow understood.As he neared her body she stood transfixed powerless and still.In gentle touch she felt his warmth that fled away her chill."From your first step into my world I walked along with you.Twas I that scented your every breath with tiny drops of dew.When your passing caressed the tender leaf I felt your gentle hand.Into this place I am all and one the water, sky and land.A paradise is what I offer beyond any you could know."As he spoke she grew weaker till she submissively let go.Another claim the woods had made a disciple to the wild.Till a voice was heard again to say, "Welcome wayward child."Love A Shored
Saturday, July 31, 2010, 06:58 PM EST
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Susan Schroder's Oceana this month's inspired calendar piece.
Beneath crystal foam and rolling hills that glisten from sun and moon.Above waving weeds in currents dance to some obscured euphonic tune.Like a dreamt of incarnation drift the souls who own this foreign realm.Cursed and blessed fleshed contenders of imagination overwhelmed.Dwelling in Neptune's surreal abyss among his children of the deep.Are goddesses who yearn for their desire but alas shall never keep.In half a form that no man shall claim still none cannot deny.Under waves hide a truer tale that proves all she seems a lie.That which makes them sea bound queens and enslaves their mortal part.Their wish for love is held prisoner and trapped in their longing heart.Their songs are cries in weeping tunes that only the angels sing.To weary sailor their call for comfort an answer of death it brings.At times enchanted and places mystic they make their solemn appeal.To touch that which their soul and heart alone could only feel.In love they make their wishes known in love their wish comes true.On rocky shore they ascend to leave a life that they once knew.To this day exist these women who are as mysterious as the sea.Forever searching for the one to be with always and eternally.By And By
Saturday, July 24, 2010, 09:43 PM EST
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Not blind from drink but a staggered walk was how it caught my eye.Across the summer scorched concrete plain desperately it tried.Monoliths dared halt the effort as its passage was denied.Around or over the met obstructions it hardly lost its stride.Aloft to be should torn wings have strength enough to fly.An exhausted will left a broken form as it laid upon its side.Struggled still against life's fate it vehemently defied.Silent was a final gasp and it's absent cry.Alone and lonely with none to say an eternal bid goodbye.Ensued a festive carnage then by those who need to hide.Twas I a voyeur to the moments of how an insect died.To all be but a mere distraction one day in late July.
Daughters Of Time
Saturday, July 17, 2010, 09:25 PM EST
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Late post on this month's inspired piece from Susan Schroder's calendar.
In endless vigil are watchers fair the maidens of eternity.To keep now's space between what once was and what has yet to be.Forever's children have not taken rest their guard has just begun.Theirs is to stir wait's solitude a god to nothing quickly done.From beyond to beyond through the book of life they turn another page.In time beats their pulse with every step marched across the age.Know the future holds not a blessing or a curse upon the past.Deny each their due and in its wake the first shall be the last.When the elder's lessons are forgotten through the lack of care.Pain and burdens is the payment for later souls to bear.Weaker wills who choose not to see what the future has in store.Their prospects are an empty pit that yeilds precious little more.Then there are the foolish ones who fear the here and now.A squandered gift is there present this they'll disavow.When wish and hope are prayed upon they hold each other's hand.The past and future bleed into now so those seeking understand.Sacred sisters of timeless beauty born from tranquility.These graced goddesses ward the world's of man's reality.Of Fath And Child
Sunday, June 20, 2010, 10:24 AM EST
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Happy fathers dayLong ago in the hood of Child rode a gallant knight.His sword and shield blazed in the sun twas an awesome sight.The farms and fields lay unattended still waiting for the plow.Broken fences set loose the herds the goat the ox and cow.Little ones were who had answered when he made his call.No grownups left just the young it seemed that that was all.In a sweet small voice a girl then said, "Welcome to our land.Go now sir you can not stay your kind won't understand."Dismount and stooped he had to ask, "Your parents, where are they?"She screamed and cried as she ran saying, "Please, just go away!"Surrounded by a tiny mob the night bravely stood his ground.A boys sadden cast was on his face as he slowly looked around.Saying, "We wished our self the curse you see to be forever young.To leave behind maturity to be what we've become.In ruin is the life we've had and the many things we've made.""Your need is of a guiding hand 'tis how you can be saved."The knight continued with his plan in ways they understood.He led the gathering far away dismissing Child hood.In another land another town others old and wise. Wished to pass a lifetimes past before their own demise.A welcomed sight twas the youth and an answer to a prayer.The old folk swarmed among the young who waited in the square.Fate may be what it shall be a secret time will tell.Little more was ever told its how such wounds get well."They are of Child and I am Fath." Was all the knight would say.From then on Children everywhere give thanks on Father's day.
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I love Lady Susan's pieces too... They sure do bring up lots of lovely imaginations. :^)
Tommy01:45 PM EST