There is an unseasonable chill in the evening air, and the Kookaburras have fallen silent. While it is not yet dark, the sky is filled with gray cloud and some hapless hound is baying in the distance. Indeed as disquieting a tableau as I have ever witnessed! Its as though the world is holding its breath, waiting for some catastrophic event to unfold. .... And far away faint mutterings of thunder slowly rumble closer. Before long the hard rain will hurl itself down and slap angrily against the windowpane - like a jealous woman's hand across the cheek of her startled lover! Why do thunderstorms always fill me with such uneasiness? Such a terrible sense of disquiet and foreboding?
Truth to tell the approaching storm will rage not without but within my heart! ‘Tis no literal storm! Would I that it was so mild a thing! My minds a war! The quieter spoken the more you hear. Hearken! The bugles call the battle lines to full alert. Onward charge the bold lines of want and need. And the thin wavering line of common sense stands ready to engage. Who will be the victor in this civil war? Who indeed?
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rupert7 posted on Apr 03, 2009
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uniquely-ironic said on Apr 03, 2009....
beautiful imagery Rupert. I love thunderstorms. -
rupert7 said on Apr 03, 2009....
unique - thank you. I actually posted this about a year ago and was surprised to get a request from a dancer. She said it was exactly what she had been searching for and asked my permission to use it. I said OK but never heard another word. I don't
know if it was a joke,or if she changed her mind,or if she actually used it?
I like thunderstorms too but they always put me on edge somehow!
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Hegemone said on Apr 03, 2009....
Neat post Rupert, I really enjoyed it! A line you mentioned ... ' the quieter spoken the more you hear', well, yes, silence is so LOUD sometimes isn't it? -
rupert7 said on Apr 03, 2009....
Hege - thank you...the offspring of idle moments mounted upon a dark mood!*smile* -
the_infernal_optimist said on Apr 03, 2009....
I love your writing. I really do. :)
~Infernal
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satanx said on Apr 03, 2009....
GOOD JOB!
WELCOME TO MY WORLD.
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wombat said on Apr 03, 2009....
Wow...poetry in paragraphs....Do you write them in the traditional way? Beautiful work there! (we had some nice rain and thunder here this afternoon--it was nice) -
rupert7 said on Apr 03, 2009....
infernal - your too kind! ~smile~
satanx - won't you step into my parlour said the spider to the fly, sort of invite? Thank you but I have no desire to be encircled by gibbering goblins! lol thank you sir!
wombat - I love poetry and have read (still do) a lot. Poetry is as technical and as complicated as music. I have no training at all! I have however had a few pieces published in the past, though I make no effort to do so now. It would be very difficult to make a living from poetry I think. For example, the first piece I had published would not have covered one weeks rent and it was 3 months from publication before I received it! I don't understand how non rhyming poems are constructed. I have no formal training in any form of poetry. This is a sample of how I used to write,when I did. I wrote this about a week after my first wife and I spit up. I did not submit it,its personal,and this is the first time it has seen the light of day,so to speak!
CHANGES
Why does this sad heart keep beating
When all's dark and of no avail?
And this empty house's lonely greeting
Shall evermore my tortured soul assail
What joy is there in dawns fresh greeting
When a mans love is forever fled away
And cruel,cruel memories fevered fleeting
Leaves it cold and tainted gray?
Now there are only shrouds of gloom
And the silent company of forlorn despair
Yet once warm laughter ruled this tomb
And loves sweet innocence was found everywhere.
Pretty morbid hey? I am a very intense person and I was really hurting - thats my excuse anyway!
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wombat said on Apr 03, 2009....
Oh, heavens......doesn't have to make you a living. You speak from the heart. Poetry must have some place in the universe without a pay out. If it does, you are a headliner. Yes, poetry is personal. And I feel honored to bring it out in you on this. And sorry if it brought up anything sad. But I love the syntax and the sentiment!
What joy is there in dawns fresh greeting
When a mans love is forever fled away
And cruel,cruel memories fevered fleeting
Leaves it cold and tainted gray?If that ain't poetry, what is?
Wo. !!!!
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rupert7 said on Apr 03, 2009....
Wombat - thank you my friend! I have poems I will never show,never mind sell! You are perfectly correct in all you say. Don't worry, you didn't bring up anything sad. That was 1981. I have long since moved on. I have a new life and a new wife, long since!
Thank you, you are very encouraging! {{{hug}}}
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wombat said on Apr 03, 2009....
Nice...{hugs back.......}
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