In a Glass Jar

[Loki Wyrd]

Sitting in the tall grass, I almost

forget where I am--the ponderous

state of reverie has proceeded to

beyond eye-level. The earth beneath me

softer than a lullaby, orchestrated

by skeletal fingers bending with

the wind, caressing my abrasive thoughts.

 

Open eyes welcome the night, though

taken aback by the memories of

the dead that persist: extrinsic

malady of peripheral vision. Above,

the clouds flow like rivers; the moon

projects their grace, to be captured

in a glass jar held to the sky.

 

Then drinking deeply of it--full

to near bursting. The night bends

with my motion. And here I am still

sitting in the tall grass, where I am

prompted to wonder. Where am I?

Edited March 14, 2005 by Loki Wyrd

[Sweetcherrie]

I can feel myself sitting there.

 

Nice wording, and excellent imagery.

 

Thank you.

 

- Sweetcherrie

[Ayshela]

wonderfully thought provoking as always.

and you caught me in an "oh! ohohoh, i like that!" with "caressing my abrasive thoughts"

i love how you put words to thoughts and feelings i've only been remotely aware of. thank you.

[Ozymandias]

Two biggest standouts for me:

 

"extrinsic" I like that word very much. I don't even know if it's real, but I thoroughly enjoy your use of it anyway.

 

The lyrical nature of the whole piece being such that I almost *could* hear music playing in my head as a soft, somber and introspective male voice reads it.

 

Well done.

[Loki Wyrd]

 

 

 

The sun refracts lustrous green upon her pages

As she sits under the shade of a maple tree.

Glancing up from her book, she coolly casts

Her blue eyes to the bank of the river--

 

Strewn upon the grass, bodies laid out in the sun turn.

 

Rising to their feet, the undead shriek

In a guttural tongue and march

Into the murky waters,

Sweeping the corpses away.

Edited March 15, 2005 by Loki Wyrd

[Cerulean]

The earth beneath me / softer than a lullaby

 

 

A lovely expression, a thoughtful piece.

 

Thank you for posting,

 

C.