Showing posts with label stone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stone. Show all posts

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Quill #114 - Inscription on a Stone (1982)

From the days when skies were blue,
So many eons gone,
From the time of mortal man,
When man did still belong,
And from Earth before the Quake,
And yet, before the end,
We bring a message to your world,
The last that we may send.

The five of us, from colonies,
Spread across the Way,
Have come to tell Humanity
That all is not astray.
For though the ancient civilized
Exist no longer now,
They left with us a ray of hope
Which we, to you, endow.

It is a Child, a single Child,
Born of the Human race,
To give you joy and youthfulness
In a world so filled with age.
For at a time when life is death,
The lights of Heaven gray,
This Child will guide you through the night,
Unto a brighter day.

A beacon skyward is our sign
To pass the Babe to you,
Sing out unto your dying land
The praise of life anew.
Tell all others of the hope,
A life with which to grow.
Take care, remember what we say.
Fare well, for then we go.

(public domain image)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Quill #54 - Legends (1979)


I have heard of a time when the sun stood still and the stars reversed their course.

I have read of when the earth and sky were not two different parts.



I know of a place where, long ago, the sun set in the east.

I am told that time spins 'round itself, and that everything repeats.



[inspired by _Worlds_In_Collision_ by Immanuel Velikovsky]

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Vision (1980)

Candles nestle in stone encasements nailed into a wall,
As corners hide the beings that are locked into their shattered ageless pasts,
Trapped within the mirror image illusions of themselves,
Reflections casting eerie shadows down the endless hall.
It is dark, for the night unfolds their stormy ends,
And turns what was and will be into now.
All ancient err and future ill is naught.
For time is an infinity.
The circle never stops.

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[inspired by my emo period in life]

[pictures 1-3, taken of a local theater by me. picture #4, stock photo of pyramids.]

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Quill #40 - Haiku-shaped poems for Zailin (2010)


Late blooming lotus
Dies in deep winter's embrace.
No promise of spring.

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A stone's longest skip
Will not prevent him sinking
Beside his brothers.

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Brave little boy runs,
Chasing after butterflies
He will never catch.

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Caped crusader comes
To save his parents from fear.
He hugs them too tight.