UntitledI am a crooked treeUntitled by ~Vorduul
Put a pen in my branches
Put the pen to paper as the wind moves me
I will trace squiggles
Cut my branches
Trim the twigs and leaves
See if I've a straight plank anywhere in me
My wood warps in sunlight
Knotted and mealy
Hew at my withered trunk
My warps scatter axeblows
Axeblades dull or wedge in my inconsistencies
Kill me outright or burn me
My fumes will keep you from the warmth
I cast broken shadows
My fruit only grows halfway
No climber can comfortably sit in my branches
I consume all the soil's nutrients
I drink up all the rainwater
Big and useless, I sit at the edge of the field
Sometimes the f
JoggingThe Body sits, stiff and cold, protestingJogging by ~Vorduul
The positions to which the Will directs it
And the air temperature and the meal
The Will last directed it to eat--a repetition
Of yesterday's breakfast: cereal and two kinds
Of juice and coffee--
But the Will is undeceived.
The Body says, "I am too cold
And stiff for it, now, and I have
Eaten too recently and not
Recently enough, so we must
Wait, in any case. The perfect moment
Will come, but it is not now."
But the Will smiles, only.
"This time is as good as any will be,"
Says the Will, glancing not at the clock,
Feeling not the cold, admitting neither
Fullness nor hunger.
Come Walk with MeWalk with me in the moonlight,Come Walk with Me by ~Vorduul
Filtered through the pale, insubstantial,
Fleeting landscapes which overspread us,
Buoyed on cushions of air born
Of the Eye of Heaven, though we feel
Only the Winter's traces, weak-jawed,
Nipping our ears and fingers, when we
Remove them overlong from our pockets
To gesture at the transforming, cyclic
I will show you the places where
The golden face of the sun has withered
The snows with its scorn, and how I,
Proserpine's male counterpart, can conjure
New grasses and reseed beds of snapdragon
And lily and sunflower, and call
Leaves back from the soil, up the swollen,
I Looked into the DarknessI looked into the darkness;I Looked into the Darkness by ~Vorduul
The darkness looked into me.
I liked what I saw in the darkness,
And, I imagine, so did he.
But what the darkness saw in my eyes,
I doubt I shall ever know-
I've since come round light-wise,
And it was very long ago.