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Ariadne

PostPosted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:16 pm
by Saturn
Ariadne

I've been a Thesus astray,
And Labyrinth entwined,
To your bright Ariadne:
Following a faint trail,
That you left behind.
In darkness, and damp
I will pick up the lint
That promises home,
__________

Re: Ariadne

PostPosted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:09 pm
by BrokenLyre
It always amazes me, Saturn, at your facility with words and how easily you weave them to form a deep impression of thoughts and feelings. Your poems often take me to a different "mental space" and make feel like I have touched something both ancient and contemporary. Thanks.


I don't believe that I have posted any original poems on this forum (because I don't think I could actually write a poem), but I came across my daughter's sonnet. She is 19 and wrote the following one day at college. I thought I would post it. It's her first attempt and better than I could write.


"Graveside Sonnet"

Cleared is the table set for one,
The pruned hands in the kitchen toil,
And long gray hair falls down undone,
Still on her face tears roll like oil:
A man, a memory, set with the sun,
And dead grape vines that now recoil,
Hang on the grave in conversation,
Mocking their mother, most unloyal
Who never learned until she lost,
More the years, not more the wise,
Her eyes she found had long been crossed
A few moments remain, and this to weep-
We learn the most important things
Only where dead men sleep.

Re: Ariadne

PostPosted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:17 pm
by Saturn
Ah you're too kind BrokenLyre, I am but a dabbler, a mediocre imitator of others' genius.
Your daughter's poem is very good; lovely to see the young haven't completely abandoned poetry as an art of self expression.