Pride and humility, they are on the same page, on days of silence
they share, in the wooden library.
Greek slang meets French along with English way of speech
too many cooks in one head I have become swelled,
a parvenu, caught in my own gone spell
I have lost my touch and No I have felt not
because Humility tonight speaks in dis-drain,,
The Down of the wheel has led myself astray,,,
into a grande damme, a peacock, that wants to speak all the same:
"when you look at her she will not speak,
when you shall caress her soul then she sings"
I forgot that if you remember
that you forgot you do escape doomsday
with a bit of foolish rhyme and rocks to walk removed from my favorite bay
I jump on ghosts of souless sand and sea-spray...
Now remember what it was to be when it was a young day
Foolish and astray I mispell my present say
but now I shall believe the older and in the oldest day
where I my rock removed from sea to stop the wave.
3 comments:
Words play so much in your posts Zoelin; they hide and peek behind trees and rocks, they change their shape when in shadow or light, they vanish and appear at whim, like fairy spirits.
I'd be dishonest if I didn't say that this line stays with me:
"...a grande damme, a peacock, that wants to speak..."
I never thought people understand what I write, but I thought mystery is always something we all look for and like to peek at. But if there is one person to understand what I am trying to do then that is enough satisfaction for me.
And funny that line should stay with you... I thought that one was /is among the unsuccessful ones.. maybe because it reveals too much unlike the rest...
It's like a bag of silky smooth feathers.
You throw it high up in the air
And a different feather falls on each of the people below.
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