Verbosity

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shadowy sketches of emotion and thought

Location: Salem, Oregon, United States

"His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all." Tolkein

It has been said...

"...the events that led me to comprehend that art can transform pain." Roman Polanksi

"Women have a thirst for order and beauty as for something physical; there is a strange female power of hating ugliness and waste as good men can only hate sin and bad men virtue." Chesterton

"The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man." Chesterton

"To the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sun is really a sun; to the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sea is really a sea." Chesteron

"Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass." Steinbeck

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." Lewis

"We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be." Lewis

Thursday, November 10, 2005

View Point Up Ahead

take your eyes,
crystal orbs of quicksilver starlight,
magic starbright,
grant me one wish tonight.
i promise it won’t hurt too much
to tear out a tiny piece of you for me to see.

give me your eyes,
to wash away my insecurities,
tragic impurities,
bumpy inconsistencies.
be the cold water from my garden hose
after a day at the beach.

i’ll hold your eyes
up to the crisp new day,
light like fresh water, ocean spray
dissolving the thoughts that weigh
around my neck
like millstones.

take my eyes,
see you as I see you,
k2 view,
through a morning drop of dew.
framing your smile
in a picture frame of sunrise shadows.

posted by Michael | 10:59 AM

2 Comments:

Tyler Hill said...: Not sure on the assignments needed format so I can't venture too far off track, but...

I like it. Paints a vivid picture of eyes and water ;-) Almost sounds like a song or rap. Fun, and capturing.

Dont like the end of the second rap, "be the cold water from my garden hose." Doesn't sound refreshing enough for me... perhaps something more moving and colorful. Very subjective opinion though. I guess I just don't relate considering I live in Portland.

Beginning of third rap just didn't do it for me either for some reason. It seemed to lose its flavor and fun. I would change the "crisp new day"?? What do I know, I don't write poetry?; 12:03 PM
Tyler Hill said...: Michael, I'm beginning to get worried. You haven't posted since last Thursday?? If blogboy leaves blogland, blogjoy will be no more. You musn't deny the minds impulse... to do so is simply uncivilized.; 9:14 PM