the season of mists

[vurtomatic]

tis the season of changes
to grow we left, one life
for another, but one blood
will reconcile,
we shall not
grieve
tis the season of hearts
onward, onward we seek,
the maps, to our dreams
we shall live
true
tis the season of fare you
well, we have but met
in dreams, so let us sleep
and merry be
ethereal ephemeral eternal
this moment,
we shall live,
forever
tis the season of mists
my catalyst
my changer and map
my light and honest sight
my friend
[ 05 February 2003: Message edited by: vurtomatic ]

 

[mealltach]

i really like the way each word in all of the poems that you post seems so diligently placed, if you know what i mean.
also, your use of enjambment is quite nifty, and well executed.
your work is intriguing. /me likes

 

[mealltach]

Originally posted by vurtomatic:

my catalyst
my changer and map
my light and honest sight
my friend

i also meant to say that this particular part actually excited me. REALLY excellent ending. yay you!

 

[vurtomatic]

thanks for the comments. yes i like to play around with words/imageries and link them through out so they relate to each other in a circular manner or just connecting ideas/imageries with the flow, one leads to another and threaded through out the poem. amd u're right about placing the words
much appreciated.