Peredhil

Peredhil looks quickly and sighs in relief as he ensures he didn't claim to be a realist! I suppose first we should define reality... After hugging the cranky Zool, Peredhil runs away laughing.

Could it be expectation clouding your perception? Man acts on his perceptions of reality, not necessarily on reality itself. Perhaps finding an external reference of truth, to use as litmus paper in life, testing everything and judging the results (never just the words), you can find an internal truth at last.

Peredhil dances happily at hearing a familiar name. You were one of the ones to make my visits to TFM so pleasant! Welcome and welcome, I'm so happy you've found your way here. Peredhil indicates Wyvern You'll soon find out that he's ALWAYS involved in a 'get-rich-scheme'. It's part of his charm. Peredhil hugs and huggles Lady Celles Politely Again, welcome! Elrond Peredhil, 31 Polite Bard of Terra Ancient of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Earthbound Angel of Apocolypse Initiate of The Legion of the White Rose, Order of the Quill.

Be careful where you place your love Relationship's hormones too easily lock, What seems at first to be gentle dove Can morph into rending Hawk. There is a love that's in this life That's true and can faithfully endure It stays faithful through the daily strife It's balm is misery's cure.

good start, nice tease. Welcome back! hug -P

I like it,but the spelling! clutches his head in mock agony -P

This would be a neat seed around which to build a Fantasy World. There are so many unanswered questions in your short very very descriptive text. questions are essential to World Building. In other words - I like it. -P

Peredhil raises a finger to protest... and then realizes that he was probably counted as a Legion Initiate rather than a Pen Ancient when he posted and falls silent...

amazing intensity distilled into so few lines. evocative.

Laughs and smacks the punster who's given away the answer so playfully. I like it. Yes, for us it is obvious, but we are wordsmiths. I know a number of people who wouldn't glomp onto the answer. You should write a companion piece about rainbows. Like this one, they can only be seen when you've turned your back on the light. -Peredhil

I wish I could remember the Artist... When growing up, I recall hearing a song on a 78... Chorus: I got the little boy blues, I got them in my heart, There's no use bein' little because you're really doomed from the start. (The little boy bluuuues) My Pa says I'm too bashful My Ma says I'm too bold My sister just won't play with me She says she's much too old (chorus) My teacher's no exception She's just like all the rest She asks me my opinion- Then she tells me she knows best! (chorus) ack out of time! Thought you'd relate to the timelessness of the theme.... -Peredhil

Peredhil looks strangely at Rev' Heh, I have a soft phone-voice... and am often called Ma'am - even after correcting the other person. When I first read this poem, I flashed onto the Eastern image that white is a color associated with death, not purity. From there I drifted to the idea that evil is a cold unfeeling thing which is why the punishing hell is firey. I've noticed that people tend to move apart and numb out when they're being negative. All in all, neat poem.

How fascinating to read the two interpretations. The only thing I have in common with either is a bluesy feel... In my personal opinion on poetry, as long as the poem enables a connection between thought and feelings, the writer has succeeded. When it can be read and felt by many people on many levels, they've exceeded greatly. -Peredhil

How neat! I love a good stream of conscious improv. you do it well!

This reads on so many levels I haven't time to respond to them all! Even independent of the Character history which goes into the posters name, this reads well. Taken in context with the Lord Kendricke Legionary Honour, this is fascinating. One favorite writer of mine, Hodgell I think, explores the two-edges of Honour's paradox. This fits well with that. It also speaks to the multitudes of people I known, that wear a mask to the world but feel quite differently inside, either numb, hollow, or whatever. Drat, just started and have to go! -P

I've always like this song. Gives emotional echos of quietly assessing and inspecting guards in the wee hours of the morning, preparing to bug out again in the day.

As poetry should, you've evoked meaning with in me that may not be what was meant. I can't help but project my own echos of Archmage vs Everquest into this poem. The skies of Archmage were tight, purposefully, with opportunities for teamwork, esprit de corps, the tensions and addictions of combat in a 'safe' setting. The games cycles were short enough to produce a constant feeling of urgency and immediacy, but cyclic enough to give familiarity and renewed energy. The game would wait on you, and a skillful player could go a week without playing and survive (although not excell (unless he was Dave McW.)) EverQuest is open-ended, lacking any interior urgency or focus. The focus is more on the interaction of the people, but they must provide their own goals. The game doesn't produce the same sense of identity and cohesion, reacting against a common exterior threat. In the EQ land of the lotus eaters, there is a tendency to wander away exploring minor details or inclinations. Leadership in this environment is more like herding cats. The payoffs are somewhat intangible. Leveling up only leads to more leveling up. Clicking in a virtual Skinner box leads endlessly to more clicking, with no resolution in sight... Shrugs But then, the only reason to game ANY game at all, is for the people... And in both Archmage and Everquest, the Gods are fickle and largely uncaring. One might indeed shake one's fist at the heavens and cry havoc!

A scorecard! You think of everything I want, don't you? Hugs and zips away again.

Reverie threw out the challenge to the IRC Pen at large - write a poem for another member. Since I still owe Zool for supporting me and encouraging back before I wrote, my subject became obvious. Wielder of the Rubber Chicken's Power, Wearer of the Killer Toupee, User of the loaded Squirting Flower Always has something witty to say. Faithful friend who can disagree And still affirm a person's worth, Visionary Seeker with disturbing glee, Solemn clown of mirth. Your Friend Always, Elrond Peredhil, 31

Stands and cheers Zool's "Story in every Syllable" guide. And folks wonder why I love this guy! Ell - Rahnd Pear - eh - dhil, Thur-tee wun. -Elrond Peredhil, 31 Ancient of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Bard of Terra Gone Earthbound Angel of Apocolypse Initiate of the Legion of the White Rose, Order of the Quill

Unfrightened by Long Posts, Able to read a Kendricke in a single bound, Peredhil peruses.. There are whole volumes of source material in what you've expressed. Makes my Pen itchy... I personally believe exercises like this are very useful. As we take the feelings and wrestle them into words, it gives perspective and completeness to the thoughts they trigger. It's one technique to move past trauma and grow from it. The "I" of life never seems to change from the inside. Writing a journal really brings home how feelings and attitudes can do 180 degree turns over the years. I "feel" the same as I did when I was twenty, but when I look closely, I've changed so much! I struggle against tendencies now that I wallowed in back then for one thing! Good post. Thank you for having the strength to share honestly. Being a vulnerable writer seems to take great courage to me. -Peredhil

You are REALLY getting to be worth reading. It is so neat to compare the works you produce now with the posts you made back on the UBB. You've come so far! And I knew you had talent waaay back then. buffs his nails lightly on his vest Always strive for growth! -P

Good stuff Mehnert! In the third line: Quote: Golden strings of in my chest are plucked, Of what? Is a word missing, or just my understanding? Other than that, I think you're getting better and better. -P

Peredhil sneaks online for a moment, dodging his studies. Wonderful wonderful news on graduation! He hugs her. Even better news on publication! He hugs her again. I'm so terribly proud of you! See, at the risk of saying I told you so - I told you so! You ARE that good! Continue to believe in yourself and grow. -Peredhil

Good stuff, inspired by a wonderful Muse.