Bantering with Octagons

[cymbidia]

The smallest of breezes stirs the overheated air on this gloriously gorgeous June day.
The flowers bloom riotously.
The grass grows as i watch it.
The flies sit still; too hot for flying?
The balance stills, no longer tilted toward apathy, afraidness, and depression.
No more hard choices, for now, for now, for now.
For now, for now, for now, it's June and there are red roses to cut and chocolate milk to drink.






Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

 

[sigh]

sudden storm in june
pulled up an oak in the cemetary
where my son and i go to walk

big tree
solid
no rot within

cooler today after the rain
the nearly chill breeze sings
a requiem for our tall tree
brought low

child climbs in boughs today
that were unattainable
only yesterday
i sit on the ground and smile
until the chainsaws begin their snarl

then off away, off away, off away home

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Home is where the heart is, so mine resides far away.

In another place, reflected in anothers face.

She has my heart, and I love her.

 

[sigh]

i'm dancing in the wind
to a light and lively tune
melody entwine
as harmonies meld

swirl as my dress floats high
a flash of white to tease the boys
then i grin
and my feet move
and i'm off again
to dance within the wind

slowing now
drifting in a tight, smooth circle
to crumple at the end
into a soft
rumpled
pile

breathing quietly
and evenly
at peace

 

[cymbidia]

I'm dancing with the wind, against it, moving within it, delighting, thrilling, embracing its buffeting with arms held high and spirit soaring because the wind knows what i don't: you gotta let it envelop you, let it sweep you along in its tumbling embrace NOW because tomorrow is tomorrow and maybe tomorrow is gonna be a cement day instead of a wind day. Love the wind!

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Shards of hair strike against red cheeks, their attack forced by the gale surrounding this patch of earth. Unable to win victory against the soft cheeks, the fiberous weapon goes for the tear glazed eyes. Trying to gain an entrance into the seemingly impenetrable being that is the hair's person.

Pulling my hair back into some semblance of order with one hand, I hold the other up into the wind, feeling the pressure against my palm, feeling the wind circle around my fingers in an aerodynamic field. The storm does not rage. It reviles. It reveals. It roils.

And I stand still for once.

 

[Dillinger]

Redgreen quirkyalone
softwindmelody
stormhearts in the cool coolrain
flying breezes
meld smoothly
in silentstandstill

 

[rubymyst]

Stinging, wind blown sand, against a supple, curving arch,
Empty beer can tumbling across a bridge,
Flourescent streamers snapping from engineer's
carefully planted stakes, struck hard
into Earth's ripped and bleeding flesh.

 

[tortoise]

detritus of rome (or, parking lot to paradise)

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
concrete to soil
metal to rust

jagged shards of glass
worn smooth by the surf
glowing burnished stone
mother nature smiles

will the skeletal remains
of our societal domains
be more pleasing
to the eye of the earth?

 

[cymbidia]

Societal demands be damned.
Swearing with giddy abandon she turned.
Charting a new path, following a new road, one possessing stretches of blazing heat betwixt and between softly welcoming stands of cool green treewater, she chose a new way.
Sip.
Slurp.
Dive in and roll around, laughing with joy.
Revel in it.
It's only water, you know.
The birthplace of life as we know it.
Cool refreshing necessary life-sustaining.
Paddle about nakedly.
Societal demands be damned.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Naked alone

Naked no phone

Worlds away, I have outgrown

Love itself, I am unknown.

For love, I have shown.

Its beautiful.

 

[rubymyst]

Light spills on the table
through glass
surprised to find itself
focused
by water

 

[sigh]

sunlight through a glass of ruby wine
spills color across my floor
glass sings to spinning finger
finger spins to masturbate
clitoris swells
sheds her hood
and sings in turn


sweet mystery of life at last i've found you

 

[Black_Bird]

Glass sings to a spinning finger
Shards fly like birds in winter
And the sting is like ancient memory.

 

[cymbidia]

Glass shards and spikes of intensity presage the explosion. Screaming.
Convulsing.
Heaving.
Gasping.
Pleasure.
Giggling.
The day sounds of cars and voices and birdsong resume.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Car song
Petals and flowers
Explosion of noise
throbbing, racing pulses
Engine faster
make it go
Faster harder, harder faster.

If it dont hurt it dont mean a damn thing.

 

[cymbidia]

Hurt is hurt.
Doesn't matter where it comes from.
Doesn't matter if it's earned.
Doesn't matter if it's accompanied by a decrease in gray matter.
Hurt sucks.
And you just gotta ride it out like the grass rides out the violence of a storm by folding to the ground and waiting for it pass.

I gotta be grass.

...We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds...

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Play the pain
turn into gain
Let it go
Let it flow baby
let it flow

A rose gave its thorns to me
I'll never forget you
I'll use them wisely

 

[Guest]

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Here's rosemary for remembrence.
And pansies for thoughts.
The daisies all died when my father went away.

Poor Ophelia was sane in a chaotic world of hidden agendas.
Insanity is only as real as the diagnosis.

 

[Aprilsbaby]

thoughts...
chaotic
cartwheeling
twisted
spiralling

STOP

 

[rubymyst]

..pausing..

random thoughts beating a tattoo..

I'm really curious about
secrets
but no one tells me about
anything.
When I look at the hole in my heart
all I see is the
cloudy night sky.

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

Night into day, and a sky the unreal blue of a dream, of a daydream, grasses tickling noses in an attempt to pollinate across species. Ohhhhhh. Grassy sex. Feathery light touchings of highly evolved flora. Small smeary trails of yellow, mute evidence of sexual contact. Blue green yellow: stillness.






(For those who are (relatively) new to this thread, welcome. We try to take a word or element from the previous post and work it into ours. We've been doing that for a long long time. We ignore posts that are only designed to disrupt our flow, though.)

 

[rubymyst]

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken..

This house feels strangely silent and this room,
A lonely place.

..the bittersweet aroma