It was the winter of weepingAs they all cried out “Me too!” “Me too!”In a vale of tepid tearsOver self-inflicted sufferingWhile the root of it all, the curse of it all,Was in their deepest yearningTheir heart-sick, unheard cries forReal love, full love, true loveA love beyond their comprehension.
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
With a glance behind and gaze to fore I pushed myself beyond the door Door that closed upon my past And now the future die is cast Cast to breaking on the shore Shore that's breaking on the floor Floor of deep embedded beads That time has wrought to sandy seeds Seeds mix and jumble … Continue reading RISE
As I was falling asleep the other night I ran through words to help me fall asleep, and I was using the letter W. What came out ended up being a lovely vignette! Why worry when The woman begins To wield the weirdly words? -- A whimsical charm A mystical yarn That reveals itself to … Continue reading Weirdly Whimsical Words
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was very bad at being sad. Life was often sad for her, as it is for everyone, and she would reflect on the sadness, let it envelop her, and accept it. But she was a little too sanguine to do it well. When she spoke of … Continue reading Her Charism
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
NANOWRIMO Fail Hey everyone, it's been almost a week since you've heard from me, and I wanted to be honest about why that is, and why I haven't been keeping up with my NaNoWriMo Challenge. As you may know, I chose not to pursue writing a novel this year - although I've done it the … Continue reading NaNoWriMo – My Failed Week – And Why I Don’t See it as a Failure
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.
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