Submissions by jdrury245 (Tav)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from my own visual mind as well as everyday experiences. Designer by day poet and artist by night. If you comment on mine... I will comment on yours :D
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 1:30pm
10th Dec 2012 1:30pm
A Winter Ballet
clouds as curtains
cover the woody stage
it is gray and silent
then a sound softly lifts
as a frigid shroud prowls
they begin to pirouette
gracefully in quick allegro
filling the stage
as they cloak the silent forest
the tempo quickens
as each beautiful shimmer
in chaotic choreographic elegance
coat the stage in white
the tempo doubles
a barrage of white
dancing to the tune
the stage now full
the twinkle of the new
falling stars
ready their final bow
the tempo fades
clouds as curtains open...
cover the woody stage
it is gray and silent
then a sound softly lifts
as a frigid shroud prowls
they begin to pirouette
gracefully in quick allegro
filling the stage
as they cloak the silent forest
the tempo quickens
as each beautiful shimmer
in chaotic choreographic elegance
coat the stage in white
the tempo doubles
a barrage of white
dancing to the tune
the stage now full
the twinkle of the new
falling stars
ready their final bow
the tempo fades
clouds as curtains open...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 4:05pm
6th Dec 2012 4:05pm
A photographic escape
the dunes are tall
but, we can still hear the crash
and the smell of salt reminds us
of treasured frames
you asked if I remembered
“yes”
I do remember that one
the sand was like flour
it cradled our feet
as our palms smacked
the land
as we progressed
to our full stride
loops of gold
surrounded us
tickling the laughter out of us
it echoes beautifully
in slow romance
your gaze meets mine
that is when you turned
'click'
a pose framed
by my eye
a shutter captured
the moment of our...
but, we can still hear the crash
and the smell of salt reminds us
of treasured frames
you asked if I remembered
“yes”
I do remember that one
the sand was like flour
it cradled our feet
as our palms smacked
the land
as we progressed
to our full stride
loops of gold
surrounded us
tickling the laughter out of us
it echoes beautifully
in slow romance
your gaze meets mine
that is when you turned
'click'
a pose framed
by my eye
a shutter captured
the moment of our...
578 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 4:04pm
6th Dec 2012 4:04pm
A Shrine made of rot
Within men
there lies a deep crevasse
blacker than black
it is hidden but not forgotten
you step in
among the black
a shrine of rot
once stiff and steady
the guardian here
can no longer mend
he is one man enclosed
in ragged rice paper walls
governing the atmosphere
that is sprinkled with false stars
the guardian though frail
keeps the light yet faint...alive
without one acknowledgment
of presence
he says:
“one wrapped in contract
shall not be cursed
the light awaits to be nurtured
come...
there lies a deep crevasse
blacker than black
it is hidden but not forgotten
you step in
among the black
a shrine of rot
once stiff and steady
the guardian here
can no longer mend
he is one man enclosed
in ragged rice paper walls
governing the atmosphere
that is sprinkled with false stars
the guardian though frail
keeps the light yet faint...alive
without one acknowledgment
of presence
he says:
“one wrapped in contract
shall not be cursed
the light awaits to be nurtured
come...
488 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 1:40am
19th Nov 2012 1:40am
The pond, the peasant and the swan Part 2
the peasant with nothing to offer
but, rock of bread
they vowed to each other
the eternal devotion
and with every union
a male shall support
the house
and female shall
tend the house
daily labor
filled with black
stained his skin
the remuneration
was barley sufficient
she offered her talents
of the morphing avifauna
feeling hopeless
they pursued
and flaunted her majesty
the worlds eyes did pay
with plenty
but greed stained
the her feathers
until...
but, rock of bread
they vowed to each other
the eternal devotion
and with every union
a male shall support
the house
and female shall
tend the house
daily labor
filled with black
stained his skin
the remuneration
was barley sufficient
she offered her talents
of the morphing avifauna
feeling hopeless
they pursued
and flaunted her majesty
the worlds eyes did pay
with plenty
but greed stained
the her feathers
until...
598 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 1:19am
19th Nov 2012 1:19am
Driving North
A high moon in a glittering canvas
it dances among the ragged crests
following us to northern forest
where a boreal landscape
is soft with white veneer
reflecting back to the sky
from which it came
your eyes gaze in wonder
through the pane
as the blur of dark races pass
your feet on the dash
and your face lit by a full winters night
you smile
it dances among the ragged crests
following us to northern forest
where a boreal landscape
is soft with white veneer
reflecting back to the sky
from which it came
your eyes gaze in wonder
through the pane
as the blur of dark races pass
your feet on the dash
and your face lit by a full winters night
you smile
802 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 3:39pm
1st Nov 2012 3:39pm
You there in purple
Violins will play a melody
For those who wear purple
You there in time lapse motion
Will fluidly show this
Violins will play a melody
Each limb will inherit motion
Graceful as it is
It will be slow and it will fade
Violins will play a melody
Fit for people in purple
As seen in monarchy
Underneath doors to heaven
Violins will play a melody
For you… the one in purple
For those who wear purple
You there in time lapse motion
Will fluidly show this
Violins will play a melody
Each limb will inherit motion
Graceful as it is
It will be slow and it will fade
Violins will play a melody
Fit for people in purple
As seen in monarchy
Underneath doors to heaven
Violins will play a melody
For you… the one in purple
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 12:58pm
25th Oct 2012 12:58pm
Silence
Peering through the pane
My eyes fixated on color
A brilliance
Lit by a golden glow
I place my hand on the pane
Cold and crisp
It is Sunday morning
And silent
The faint sound of the breeze
Keeps silence in tuned
I am now in trance
As I peer through
My breath slightly fogs
It is Sunday morning
And I am tuned with silence
My eyes fixated on color
A brilliance
Lit by a golden glow
I place my hand on the pane
Cold and crisp
It is Sunday morning
And silent
The faint sound of the breeze
Keeps silence in tuned
I am now in trance
As I peer through
My breath slightly fogs
It is Sunday morning
And I am tuned with silence
663 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2012 3:13pm
11th Sep 2012 3:13pm
Making Snow Angels
just a small dream”
“It was childish to think…”
I thought
The cold stole my breath
And froze each digit
“It was childish to think…”
My body slunk into white
As the thought raced through
“It was childish to think…”
“that”
“I”
“could”
“fly”
“It was childish to think…”
I thought
The cold stole my breath
And froze each digit
“It was childish to think…”
My body slunk into white
As the thought raced through
“It was childish to think…”
“that”
“I”
“could”
“fly”
616 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 7:10pm
10th Sep 2012 7:10pm
Summer will slumber
Mist today is effervescent
It lurks during the morn
This marks the end of renewal
And slowly tucks green to sleep
The Mist softly heralds in
A painted landscape
And the smell of falling blades
The straw now bowed
To the slight sent of cold
As the Mist clambers up and down
To bed in the deepest valleys
Finally blanketing
And settling on the landscape
It lurks during the morn
This marks the end of renewal
And slowly tucks green to sleep
The Mist softly heralds in
A painted landscape
And the smell of falling blades
The straw now bowed
To the slight sent of cold
As the Mist clambers up and down
To bed in the deepest valleys
Finally blanketing
And settling on the landscape
730 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 2:39pm
23rd Aug 2012 2:39pm
A Field for Daisy
This is to you
The one who
Ran through the wood
Passing by apples
Through the grove
To the left
Thats where you always
Found me
It was a game you see
We played among the trees
Just the two of us
You’d follow me and I you
A complete bond
That only some experience
You my silent friend
You jumped through life’s hoops
Yes you suffered the hardships
But you stood loyal
As no other friend
You leaped through them all
There was one hoop
I never jumped
It aches my heart
The...
The one who
Ran through the wood
Passing by apples
Through the grove
To the left
Thats where you always
Found me
It was a game you see
We played among the trees
Just the two of us
You’d follow me and I you
A complete bond
That only some experience
You my silent friend
You jumped through life’s hoops
Yes you suffered the hardships
But you stood loyal
As no other friend
You leaped through them all
There was one hoop
I never jumped
It aches my heart
The...
678 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 10:43pm
26th Jun 2012 10:43pm
A dream where I was five
deep within the depths
of an unbound spell
sits a boy in a bed of grass
endless blue fills above
and the wind carries a soft touch
suddenly black covers
pulling the curtain over the set
surrounding the urchin with
silence
black
a voice bounded through
it was a strange tone:
I am of the unseen
tangible I am not
we are you
you are we
we are what could be
we are what shouldn’t be
there are thousands of me
you... but one
one should be wise
though your choice ...
of an unbound spell
sits a boy in a bed of grass
endless blue fills above
and the wind carries a soft touch
suddenly black covers
pulling the curtain over the set
surrounding the urchin with
silence
black
a voice bounded through
it was a strange tone:
I am of the unseen
tangible I am not
we are you
you are we
we are what could be
we are what shouldn’t be
there are thousands of me
you... but one
one should be wise
though your choice ...
690 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 9:10pm
15th Jun 2012 9:10pm
A pedal meets the ground
She is the pedal
they come to gaze upon
her slow dance
where she will meet the ground
the music starts this custom
filling the air with a hypnotic trance
she begins her decent
bending and twisting
the wind her choreographer
she beautifully floats
not even one scuff of her feet
she has honed this skill
the stage is set
with a glow of orange lanterns
and perfect wood detail
frames her exquisite shape
as she gets closer
the instruments grow faint
in slow time lapse motion
the pedal has reached the ground
they come to gaze upon
her slow dance
where she will meet the ground
the music starts this custom
filling the air with a hypnotic trance
she begins her decent
bending and twisting
the wind her choreographer
she beautifully floats
not even one scuff of her feet
she has honed this skill
the stage is set
with a glow of orange lanterns
and perfect wood detail
frames her exquisite shape
as she gets closer
the instruments grow faint
in slow time lapse motion
the pedal has reached the ground
613 reads
1 Comment
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