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This was inspired by Darth Tsynn
Pagan Bard
Beneath the softly weeping
willow trees, wrapped within
mystery and cloaked in the
wind, she sat with smoky eyes
as her fingers danced upon the
strings of her mandolin,
Playing to the stars old songs
of majesty, legends long past
and lore now thrown to the
wayside, of things once forgotten
but still carried in the heart of
those who dream.
A voice calling from somewhere
beyond, a muse of Olympia
kept alive by the faithful keepers
of time long gone.
The eye of the Goddess still
shinning bright, to guide
through the darkness those
that read the signs and rejoice
in the rains breath.
And so she plays of many
lives once lived, and many
allusions once witnessed,
perhaps a glimmer of sadness
sparked in the soft melancholy,
but hope is never slain as long
as she lives to play.
8:36 PM - 1/5/2007 -
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Ahhh, my favorite topic...the Goddess.
I think you catch us expertly with these opening
lines:
Beneath the softly weeping
willow trees, wrapped within
mystery and cloaked in the
wind, she sat with smoky eyes
as her fingers danced upon the
strings of her mandolin,
Once again, you give us the fascinating world of your
imagination when you speak of those willow trees,
that chief mystery that penetrates your poems, and
the wind, the wind actually cloaks (love how that gives
huge karmic weight to your universe). There's dimension
and substance, as always, and it beautifully dominates
the mood.
Second thing that worked really well here was of course
the rhythm. As I began reading, I was taken back to Homer
and other poets. I'm glad that type of beat and cadence
still exists in today's world.
Thanks once again!
DarthTsynn - 5:46 AM - 1/6/2007
Thank you
You do me honor with your comments, and I certinatly cannot complain to being compared in anyway to Homer. Once more I am glad you have enjoyed my work
SilverWind - 9:45 AM - 1/6/2007
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