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pulse

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 11:14 am
by Mithrandir
a quickened pulse gives no regard
to quiet solice: interred - barred

active, garish, running, rushing
quells the quiet act of hushing

onward pushed, implusive choices
fail to still the harried voices

panic now - the pulse beats faster
Work to see the peace hereafter

now a blur, no time for thought
still the pain of speed not caught

fleeting fancies - pulse indulges
now collapse amidst the buldges

now collapse the shell unable
to attain the great One's table

finally - as drive recedes
hear the wisdom silence breathes.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 11:35 am
by Gypsy
Wow. I'm no great judge of poetry, but I thought that was excellent. You really get the sense of near panic and then a wash of peace at the end.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 12:24 pm
by true_noir_chloe
I'm lousy at poetry, but I really enjoyed reading yours. :) It constantly made me feel as though I was taking a stilted breath, pausing, and then exhaling. BTW did you mean to spell "recedes" and "breathes" the way you did?

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 12:47 pm
by Mithrandir
lol. About the worst part of my grasp of english involves spelling. All things concidered, two words isn't that bad. I'll go change them.

Thanks!

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 1:04 pm
by Matthew
Very good indeed! Do you have any other works? I'd like to read them if you do.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 1:10 pm
by Razgriz
It's very good indeed. :thumb:

PostPosted: Thu Oct 23, 2003 1:23 pm
by Mithrandir
Thanks! :red:

I have some other stuff I've written. I acutally lost about 5 years worth of poetry when my journal disappeared. The long and short of that is that my site with my poetry/songs has the really old stuff (sucky) and the really new stuff (not as sucky). If you want to read more, head to:
http://www.flactem.com/ and click on 'Ocelot Poetry.' (2nd line down under "Kevin's Links.")

If you see something you think I should post, let me know. I may post it here for comments.