In Other Words

I’m rather busy was work right now (and I’m not working on an apple without an internet connection for the next couple of days) so I’m going to leave you with something I haven’t looked at in a long time. When I was in high school I started writing poetry. I actually still did it till about a year and a half ago. I never produced very much, but people always said what I did produce wasn’t bad. So, to tide you over for a while, I’ve decided to put up a link to my poetry collection on another site (about ten poems).

It can be found at the The Star Lite Café under the name of Symbol. That second one’s the link to the poetry list. I hope you enjoy the products of my earlier years. I’ve basically lost everything else that I wrote before that (computer crashes are rather frustrating, aren’t they?). Maybe I should even try to write something again?

For those of you who do not have the time to click on my links, here’s one.

The Dance

The soft breath of the shifting wind
Leaves of last Autumn
Drifts of Fallen memories,
Lifted from their resting place
In this hall,
A dedication
to romance and old Rome.
Feet moving to a rhythm of soul music
Between pools of moonlight, splayed
Splintered by a high set glass dome
Each tile hinting at past dreams and hopes
An eye of the world,
gazing down.
The thousand smiles of Luna.
Two, almost moulded into one
Their words forming two hands, fingers intertwined.
Graceful circles on the cracked floor
Their dance a delicate counter balance
To the stretching sea,
As it leaps to grasp the sky.
Singing of their raging passion
A flame, by candle light.
Their movements,
The soft breath of the shifting wind.

Interesting fact: Pigs have orgasms for nearly 45 minutes (that redifines the word dirty pig, doesn't it?).