Ditty I:
There are nights in Summertime
when fly the crickets' calls:
their cries are borne upon the breeze
that sways and moves the ancient trees
until the nighttime gods are pleased,
and all then silent falls.
Ditty II:
Wake me not, O dawning light;
fair morn, let me remain
amid this world of fleeting dreams;
the art of dreaming has, it seems
been lost, for the gaudy world deems
it sinful to be fain.
Ditty III:
How the valley down below
in Autumn's colors beams!
With irridescent, fallen leaves
that are then gathered into sheaves,
piled, and (for he who believes)
become a Hill of Dreams.
Ditty IV:
Where has flown all Mankind's valor?
Has it been locked and stored away?
It has been placed upon a ship.
The vessel sways in ocean breeze,
until brought down unto its knees
by tempest's foul and rolling seas,
and losing then its failing grip,
amid the deep it dies today.
Ditty V:
Before us now unfolds the road:
look how it winds and twists.
Though travelled well by man and beast,
abusèd much, to say the least,
and hated long without surcease
it even now persists.
-D.B.
Author notes
These are five short ditties that I penned in quick succession last night, with no apparent relation between them. For the sake of continuity, I felt that they ought to be posted collectively, partially because they are so short, to be posted individually seems rather a waste of space, at least inasmuch as there are five of them. For another, for some reason, I felt that they oughtn't to be separated; something made me wish to keep them together, even if they have no seeming connection. I really haven't any idea why.
Daniel
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I definitely loved the feeling of the first one best. You really captured the calm of summer evening, and the eventually deathly still of the night.
But number two says a lot, how dreams are such fleeting things. If you let the world wake you up, you let the world take them away. Sad how that works
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I like how dreams come back in the third ditty thingy. And the subtle description of Autumn. You don't say too much on imagery, but you say just enough to have said everything that needs to be said
. Nuh rambling! ^-^
The short story in the fourth poem is romantic in a way, the brave sailing away and giving their life to a grave they've probably loved for some years
. I like that.
Aside from the fact that I dunno what 'surcease' means, I like how a road is personified here, as almost a living thing that has to trudge on through life, even when it is beat down. ^-^ Interesting.
Very awesome ditties!
GREAT job
diggin' it majorly
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ooooh. . .
now, what shall I say? I really like these, really. They've got something to them, even though they're short and you said they don't connect much. . .I don't know about that - when I think about it they are all sort of related - they all have the same feeling, I think. . . I agree with Chelsey: that one is my favorite too - 
but I like all of them. . .very well done, Dan. 
♠ Lady Elinor
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Very nicley done, My favorit one has to be the 2nd """"Wake me not, O dawning light;
fair morn, let me remain
amid this world of fleeting dreams;
the art of dreaming has, it seems
been lost, for the gaudy world deems
it sinful to be fain.""""
Its very nice and great visualent picture it paints in my mind, Great job!!!
~ Chelsey
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Coming back to see these later. Read two, but no time right now.
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