Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

Reverie

on the cusp
perhaps
butterflies flutter
long dormant
awakened by your sun
standing on the edge
that dizzying height
wheel and run
or lean and fall
hoping their wings
can carry me...

(the author wishes to point out that she is just introspecting...any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental;))

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I love the imagery of being carried by butterfly wings and the metaphor, very nice :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

I love the imagery of being carried by butterfly wings and the metaphor, very nice :)

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Thanks Freckle...I like the idea of the fragility of their wings symbolising that it is 'touch and go' as to whether they can protect and support the leaper and also butterflies symbolising transformation. I use them a lot in my artwork. Then there is the whole butterflies in the stomach thing...I have an illustration idea for that.

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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Hes this is truly sublime...it makes me ache with shocked empathy.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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That final verse in particular, tells it like it is, says it all - unadorned, to the point - very well said Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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Nice one Hes

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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I love that line "what I mean is that if your told that a word will hurt then it will" brilliant !

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Hey Herakles, this is great. Very powerful! Love and hate...important topics on the thread.