Peredhil

Good reading. I couldn't bring myself to delete that first post. It's just too good. I'm sorry! Maybe you can get an Elder to do it... but I just CAN'T delete good writing! -Peredhil

Peredhil races in and cheers In your life you've overcome challenges that geriatics never faced In the wells of depressions, some indomitable essence refused to dispair for long. The essence of you isn't in the looks, the intellect, the creativity, the moods or financial resources - But in some unique characteristic I've sensed since we first spoke. I'm proud to name you my friend, for I believe in your capacity to triumph and persevere. In all the world, in all the solar systems, in all the galaxies, in all the nebula, in all the universes, (Imaginary or real) There is only one you. This birthday wish is for that unique person. Peredhil birthday hugs Peredhil (Law)

Peredhil hugs Quincunx in wonder. You know... I simply love you.

A poignant poem. It feels to me like a cry of betrayal, outrage at lies. Anger at duplicity, or maybe the frustration at finding you've deluded yourself. I did find the repetition of ending words, like "through" and "too" to be distracting for me, rather than adding to it, but it's strong enough material to shine anyway. If this is autobiographical, may I suggest not learning the lesson of Mark Twain's cat? (in short, don't judge all future events off one, for you deny yourself life.) Hugs.

Telling point in the first. In the second, without a hyphen between dew and kissed, my mind tries to make the kissed into a verb. Is that just me, or do you need a hyphen there? The prices lovers pay. You know the glow is wearing off when you notices the mosquitos during instead of after. Sleep perchance to dream (Shakespear of course), the oft heard refrain. All things are possible to dreamers, and all memories real. Dreaming is a wonderful way to appreciate life, to stop, examine, fastforward, to luxuriate. But only in waking world will the stuff of the really good dreams be forged. All that said, I still hate to go to bed and despise the alarm in the morn.

softest cream vied with orange, silky to the touch. lithely graceful in every moment, even in your pain Tender embrace and purring response when held. Silent support and love-filled look when consoling pain. Now the cream and orange lies silent. dignity and kindness to the end. the taut restrained power liquid relaxation such as never happened in life. A rose bush blushes over my lost love. Speaking of Song of Solomon, the structure always fascinated me. It's Introversion and Alternation. Dr. C. D. Ginsburg in his "Commentary" (London, 1857, pg 4-6) has an interesting prose key to the story. Note further that there are seven speakers who tell the story. 1) The Shulamite 2) the daughters of Jerusalem 3) Solomon 4) The shepherd lover of the Shulamite 5) the brothers of the Shulamite 6) the companions of teh shepherd & finally 7) the inhabitants of Jerusalem. All in eight chapters! Erm, sorry, I happen to find this stuff fascinating. The structure (thanks to E. W. Bullinger) A (1:1-11; The introduction. The Shulamite separated. Taken by Solomon from her home and her beloved (shepherd) into the royal tents, pitched near them.) B | C (1:12- 2:7; The Shulamite and her beloved together) D (2:8 - 3:5; The Shulamite and her beloved apart) B | C (3:6 - 5:1; The Shulamite and her beloved together) D (5:2 - 8:4; The Shulamite and her beloved apart) A (8:5-14; The conclusion. The Shulamite restored. Returned from Solomon to her home with her beloved shepherd.) One of many examples of structure in the Bible.

A long read, but worth it. Have you ever heard of a "shaggy dog story"? Frightening that I recognize so many of the landmark areas... -Peredhil the widely travelled Ancient

snickers Heh, flirting... The lost art!

I like this, intensity and all. Really hits the contrast hard.

I like poems that tell a tale And this could be a ballad. Heroic efforts which don't fail Make this attempt valid. In other words, I enjoyed the read.

A recognition of life's challenges, but an affirmation of the beauty of the fight to overcome. Good one, Gyrfalcon...

I'm not so sure that technically, this wouldn't be a Library piece... but it's here. I liked the use of repetition to establish the flow. I thought the visual element was also well done. Plus, it's a good poem.

It is so dangerous to define yourself by someone else. In doing so, you not only give them power over you, but you place the burden of your identity onto them. That can crush some relationships under its weight, and lead to co-dependent merging in others...

Wow. You have an knack of portraying the bittersweet awareness that relationships bud, bloom, and then wither. Love's lost lament, fearing the pain before it happens, like feeling rain before the clouds advance over the horizon.

I find two views of life, and it seems to depend if the individual lives life as a series of sequential states (like flipping through a deck of cards) or lives life as a flow through time (like a leaf navigating a river). The state thinkers tend to be individual identies, defined by themselves, and then put in relation to the world. They have more difficulties in relationships and the emotions thereof, than in being alone. the process thinkers tend to be an intersection of relationships, and their identity is defined by how others perceive them. They have difficulty being alone, for without another to define them - they don't exist. Neat poem.

Really quality Weenie Award work-off piece. I think this was nicely balanced. I thought the way you tied the uncertainty of dreams to the uncertainty of life elegant. I was particularly struck by the lines: I've known several people, who've felt so much that they went numb. The idea that feeling returned in dreams, and made them more alive than life is an interesting twist.

This reminds me of the first time the hormones of pueberty hit. What was once a teasing friendship, enjoyed but not gut-felt, becomes uncomfortable and laden with overtones. Sounds like the pair couldn't adjust to the new levels of awareness, and move on.

Feedback, around this Poetic pool of Pen Pirhanas, is ALWAYS desired! I did find some of the word ordering awkward, although it always made sense. And I recognized some of the ritual game-playing/ego-stroking to which long-held friendships adhere. As if there is an impetus to hold onto the memories of each other, resisting recognition of life as change, fearing growth apart. Very nicely written nostalgia piece. I read into it a sense of acceptance, a wry wink at the youth who was, and is no more. Outgrown and discarded like last years snake skin. -Peredhil

a circular ramble of spherical rotations around the central theme. From dizzying booze to dizzying hair, this reads just like a dream...

Laughs in delight When working off a "Weenie Award" for not having posted in a while, this cute poem is clever. I didn't realize there were so many ways to rhyme that word.

Another example of haunting memories. And another poem where I find the dual implication of lose/loose both work. This small haunting poem breathes new meaning into the old cliche to "give up the ghost".

What a wonderful tribute to the memories of Grandmother. To me, it's the willingness to cherish memories like these, and take a moment to revisit them (such as when triggered by a voice or song, a smell or feeling), which keeps people alive after they're gone. If memories of survivors are a type of life after death, this encourages me to make the extra effort to ensure there are some good ones of me...

What a wonderful affirmation of strength! Whatever the relationship grows into, always hold onto the memory of the feeling which inspired this.

I think one reason I read so many of your poems is that I'm a sappy Romantic. I liked this.

This is a fun read - but my quirky humor today insisted on insertion of a 'Cat in the Hat comes back' rhythmn...