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5 Poems by Elizabeth Russell Curl up beside the fire-side this February with a few poems of Wonderous Pain Wonderous Pain is an ebook collection of 5 poems by Elizabeth Russell These are poems I have previously published here at The Fairy Tale Blog, but now they are compiled into one place in a narrative, … Continue reading Wonderous Pain
I get frustrated with the modern American's tendency to limit their vocabulary. We have such a beautiful, complex, precise, and rich language, but we treat it with such disrespect, and it saddens me. This is my poetic rant against a limited, four-letter word vocabulary. I don't usually go on poetic rants, but the frustration just … Continue reading Ruck
If the deity cares for music Why shouldn’t you? Will you become yourself A broken shoe? Walk no where, no place to go So stale and, oh, so slow? Deafly turned to visible sounds Deafly blind mysterious rounds Then stop up, voyager, and turn around Your journey is whirring And without sound But I will … Continue reading A Secret Chord
Cry beyond the cage of birth Crowding toward the crushing earth Creeping in the soiled skirts Of carnal lust and losing mirth. Laughing loud in loyal love To gain a shred of laughter rough In breathing in the layered lore Of life forgotten and forged l’amour. Loving lust and lousy grime To grovel low in … Continue reading Lust
Out, out brief candle Out damned spot Hurry up please its time I had not thought death had undone so many. Do you know what it is you read? How can I, if there is no one to explain it me? Understand? If I be the wisest, it is because I know that I know … Continue reading Assimilation of Broken Images
The world erupted in flames. It was a small world, barely any bigger than your backyard. In fact, if you grabbed a measuring stick right now and went out to your backyard, and measured it furlong by furlong, you’d find that the flaming world was actually ever so slightly smaller. So for most people, it … Continue reading Flames
Where barren bones bring no life to straggling gardens, some seeds new and vibrant should be planted. But where do we find such soulful seedlings? Where should we plant our special plantlings? Plant and do not worry, for yesterday has passed away. Plant and rejoice, for tomorrow has a way of coming. Plants aplenty come … Continue reading The Barren Garden
I've always been curious about this poem. I love the artwork and play/films it has inspired, but I confess that the classic-ness of the poem eludes me. Maybe it's because it's John Milton - I've never been able to really enjoy him. This poem is nice, and pleasant to read, but it doesn't stir my … Continue reading Sabrina Fair
Day 5 already! Even though it's the 8th of November. 😉 (So I missed a few days over the weekend... oh well. It'll probably happen again) There was no exercise with the reading today, so I just decided to write five pairs of verse with what I learned.
Well, this is a bit late in the day, but I'm just proud of myself for actually doing it! I decided to repeat exercise 3 since I had so much difficulty with it yesterday.
My nonsensical lines for this exercise, although I kind of failed on the caesuras...😯😑 1) I listen - and I gawk at music played By pianist for famous Bach: concert! 2) She loves - and waits in tower for a lovely man to whisk her - well away. 3) But though he … Continue reading Nanowrimo Challenge Day 3
Stephen Fry's second exercise: This was my attempt. It was more difficult than I anticipated, so most of it's just silly and nonsensical. But it was fun to do! I think the hardest part was following his command not to rhyme! I see no reason to exclaim or cry The little bird has only bent … Continue reading NANOWRIMO Challenge Day 2
So, I've decided to go a different direction this year with NaNoWriMo. I'm reading Stephen Fry's book The Ode Less Traveled, Unlocking the Poet Within, and I'm loving it! Every day I'm going to read some of it and write a new poem/verse. I'm hoping to improve my ability to write poetry, which is a … Continue reading My NaNoWriMo Poetry Challenge
In shattered pieces on the floor I gazed upon the massive door I heaved upon the blistered knees; with bloodied fists took hold of a burning tree. Burning, burning crosses and tangled tongues. With broken voice I begged the truth She spoke around her haggled tooth And showed me a land of filling … Continue reading Shattered Pieces
I am a HUGE fan of T. S. Elliot's The Wasteland, and one day, I sat down and threw together this piece inspired by the line, "Hurry up please, it's time." We never have enough, especially when we concentrate on what's not important. Enjoy! TIME Hurry up please its time Time to hurry, you see … Continue reading Time
They think that by burning crosses The crosses will not bear. But I feel the splinters forming I know the weight is there. How do they not feel? Am I alone in the noticing? Do they think it works – …the cross burning? Do they think the crosses Are for seeing? Do they … Continue reading Burning Crosses
All is empty and plain. The tabernacle unadorned and the rafters oak and all forlorn. Oh give me the ancient churches long ago, with their sighing organs and windy towers, but with stained saints and adorned spires. For here in this lonely, empty, sealed church, I am completely desolate. But … Continue reading Desperate
And when the winds of June And when the cornflowers bloom And when, when earth meets sky in vast array of glorious show, the apple blossoms lie across the fresh-strewn mow, then the rains have passed then the pain is cast then my lying abed has met at last it's final fresh-strewn grave. Upon the … Continue reading Three-Fold Fires without Pain