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Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

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More Poetry!

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Tap-- tap, tap 

Tap-- tap, tap

Synchrony runs like rain 

As my feet find themselves 

Stepping in time with the 

Tears of the heavens;

As if it could feel the aching pain

And itchy red 

Of my tear-soaked eyes.

My cheeks, each a soft riverbed, 

Leading a melancholic steam 

Of pains far away, so I hope; 

My eyes, matching grey-blue

To the troubled heaven vast, stretching;

My ears tuned to

The Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.... 

Whispering mist, clouding the way;

Morse code, I decide, listening intently;

..  ._  __  ... ___  ._.  ._.  _.__ ,   ..  ._  ... ___  ._.  ._.  _.__

(I am sorry, I am sorry) 

Can be heard again and again, 

How didn't I see it before,

But why, 

I ask the the sky 

Why are you sorry?

There is nothing

that you

have done

to me... 

 

 

Waiting,

Laughing,

I must be crazy!

Asking the sky, why? 

It must be

That it's all my imagination,  

But turning,

looking out

towards the rain,

I feel

better

now.

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 5, 2019 - 7:43 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place
submitted by To the Top!, age Topping, the top!
(June 6, 2019 - 6:07 am)

Again

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Hot -

Sweltering hot,

Moist -

From yesterday's weeping,

The wind -

Refusing to breath again

Despite

my earnest plea keeping

Stubborn like my namesake and I

Note the weather, 

Fluctuating

out

Of my 

Control

Again

Watching my thoughts spiral

Down and away,

flowing together like the tears 

Down my cheeks

Again.

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 6, 2019 - 6:50 pm)
Start
~~~~~ 
I'm flying, lilting upwards
With every beating of my heart
Getting a little closer,
farther from the start;
Don't fly to close, the sun,
And you'll soon fall far apart 
I sigh, I'm not Icarus
But still, the taste is tart;
Maybe I am a tad naïve,
But I can't control my heart
I just want be be happy
And finally begin at start.
submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 7, 2019 - 2:41 pm)

The Wind and Fire

~~~~~ 

I sigh,

The sunlight filtering a phase

Of warm, golden-orange,

Tinted lovely rays

 

Softly rustling through my hair

And the green-yellow stained hays

Tenderly caressed by the wind,

The Dapples and the Bayes

 

Sitting here, in this pasture

A hidden grassy maze

Secrets lie, unknown 

And sunsets to always praise

 

Memories, here are formed

But not so, in this case

This is the Wind of the sea,

Not that of this place

 

As I struggle to remember

Those long-lost old days

With myths alive and stories

Of those bonnie bays ahaze. 

 

I look out over the waves

of glory's emerald and of deep sapphire,

Seeing the simalarities, ablaze

Between that and of this meadow, with the sun set afire.

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 8, 2019 - 10:11 am)

In the Wind

~~~~~ 

I sigh

The sunlight filtering, a phase

Of warm golden-orange

Tinted lovely rays

 

Softly rustling my hair

And green-yellow stained hays

Tenderly caressed by the wind,

The Dapples and the Bayes

 

Sitting here, in this pasture

A hidden grassy maze

Secrets lie, unknown 

And sunsets to always praise

 

Memories, here are formed

But not so, in this case

This is the Wind of the sea,

Not that of this place

 

As I struggle to remember

Those long-lost old days

With myths alive and stories

Of those bonnie bays ahaze. 

 

I look out over the waves

of glory's emerald and deep sapphire,

Seeing the simalarities, ablaze

Between that and of this meadow, with the sun set afire.

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 8, 2019 - 11:25 am)

You are an exquisite poet!

submitted by spiffycat, age 12
(June 8, 2019 - 4:53 pm)

Why, thank you, my dear fellow Chatterboxer.

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 8, 2019 - 9:12 pm)

Over the mist-filled depths,

Woven through the trees,

Faierie fluff, lilting,

Swaying in the breeze;

 

The long-haired maiden treads

Softly through the waves,

Breathing in cold atmosphere,

Reassuring darkness like Northern caves;

 

She pauses, listening intently,

Stalking stealthily as she goes,

Watching the mist waver past her,

Then again to a halt, spotting creamy rose; 

 

A haunting melody vibrates,

softly through the night,

her ears attuned,

Begging, for her to be right;

 

Finally her dark eyes widen,

As through the Silky sea

Appears a Tevshi (taidhbhse), and Siren

With Selki, dancing among Daoine sídhe (Dane she)

 

With their yellow roses, 

And fair skin, aglow,

The wind of the sea blows,

Away, everything, with only her to know. 

submitted by Myst Eri E., age Obsolete, In the dark
(June 11, 2019 - 6:54 pm)