Full-moon light on flat fog-dewed meadow-runs,
Gilt chrysanthemum, red spider-lily,
Thrush and wild geese high in the wind-blown sky,
Grasshopper’s whirred flight and cicada’s thrum,
Sun-crisped oak leaves greet twilight with a hum,
Milky weed-down of thistles cluster by….
These I have seen, these I have—ceaseless—sung
Until my eyes, my songs grow harsh and dry;
But in chrysanthemums lodge dreams of cherry
Blooms. Fog and dews weep springtime freshets cold.
Tides that ebb will flow again at last;
And crisp give way to falling-blossom berry—
So I await sweet plums, though I am old,
Though Arthur’s Pilgrimage overtakes my haste.
[*According to tradition, Taliesin was King Arthur's bard.]
A contest entry
- [PIF] Anything Contest by brittany.geeze.
475 points, ended December 18, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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superb metaphoric release..."Gilt chrysanthemum, red spider-lily" tickled my neurons gleefully. as the geese cluster in my soul..
Len
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Excellent Writing
As high as the wild geese fly
in the wind blown sky
your poem's words cluster by
inside my eye - dry Autumn - with a sigh -
Nice job- it brought about a new way to learn about history.
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