Another inspired poem. This is my take on Renee Biertempeel picture by the same name. If you get the chance check out her site.
When the day is drawn in to the night,so too the dark replaces light.Here in sleep where dreams grow wild,lurks a wizard's daughter and witch's child.She hides in the shadows of restless sleep,unearthing thoughts buried deep.A realm where the found become the lost,fulfilling their want despite the cost.Fool is the brave, who dares tempt fait,only to learn the lesson, an instant too late.Exploring their desire deep with in,of greed and lust and darker sin.For in sleep their true self is shown,what their heart, mind and spirit own.And of the most important task,discovering what's hidden behind the mask.Stain Glass Fairy
Sunday, April 13, 2008, 05:14 PM [General]
Some pictures of a window I did for my wife as a Christmas present last year are now posted. The original picture is by Nene Thomas called day break. Her art is breath taking, I just wish I could transform all my windows into glass visions of her work.
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The Summoning
Saturday, April 5, 2008, 04:54 PM [General]
The following poem was inspired by a piece with the same titile. The art was done by a very talented artist named Renee Biertempeel. I highly recomend checking out her blog.
The day of planting soon draws nearso too fair maidens wait to hear.Numbered stones shuffled in the potdrawn one to take the honored spot.And just was done in days gone pastthe end is first, the new is last.Then is called the numbered stonesighs from all, but one a moan.Play now the songs let dance and singcelebrate what luck she soon will bring.The night is hers but soon comes dawnthe mood now somber the parties gone.Gowned in veiled dress to enticea befitting choice to sacrifice.Under gray skies of tempist galein precession along a lonely trail.Follow soldier, priest and dragons giftthe journey long but sensed seemed swift.Before the edge of sea shore caveshe kneels atop her rocky grave.And summons with the sacred shellthe demon from a watery hell.Rising up from ocean deeppleased with his bride, the deal he keeps.Alone returns a soldier and the priestfrom their encounter with the beast.And from each eye drops a single tearAgain shed on the lottery drawn next year.Tags:
The April Fairy
Monday, March 31, 2008, 06:06 AM [General]
In a spectacle of color her wingsradiate through the streaming sun.And are drawn on the open landscapeproclaiming a new day has begun.Her silken dress of delicate lacecloaks her pale white skin.A crown of strawberry blond curlsunfurls from the spring wind.Sandals protect her sensitive feetfrom the hard and stony ground.Resting on a mossy rock or fallen treeor on what ever can be found.With a wave of her wand she changeswhat was a plain and empty field.Flowers bloom and quickly she is goneso her presence is not revealed.She knows that what she does is goodand tries to do all that she can.For the splendor of new life calls to the souland awakens the spirit of man.April's message is life from deatha miricle within it's self.Impossible to buy this kind of treasurefor it is beyond all earthly wealth.
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Updated my profile
Sunday, March 30, 2008, 04:31 PM [General]
I read everybody elses and realized mine was, more or less, telling more or less. I felt it was time to be deceptively honest. I wasn't being evasive, it was just what I thought is is, but it was not not. Being cute sometimes isn't pretty, but I was reminded of the importance of petty things, and this wasn't one of them. There are real quality people on this site and I am honored to be among them. With my words I hope you become as touched as I am, some already may be. As for the rest I love you any way and hope all your hours are happy ones. Keep being kind to others, one of them may be me, and may your reality be as your dreams...
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