[Orfantal]

Hahahaha well easily mended if that was the image you wanted to imply... although a bit of a pity cos I liked that line!

[Orfantal]

another new one...from the train again, this morning, just took a couple of minutes out to finish it off.


Standing on the Edge

The sun sets slowly, reluctant rays
settling noose-like around my shoulders.
A warmly welcomed brief return from
its sojourn behind obscuring clouds.
The soft caressing tendrils of heat
massaging the tense, taut muscles’ aches

I watch my shadow as it stretches,
straining at its insubstantial leash,
tethered tenuously to my feet.
The breeze playfully ruffles my hair,
a random wandering wistful comb
and a gasp escapes me as I sigh

I see the ocean’s dark surging dance
growling before and far below me,
breaking waves a distant taunting roar.
The salted air pervades my nostrils
clogging and tainting with its sharp scent,
and I hesitate, caught on the cusp.

The cries of raucous seagulls mock me,
their white waving wings derisory.
A flock of callous coarse hand signals
that spur me on and I move forwards,
taking short hesitant steps towards
the cliff’s inviting enticing edge

As I pause I see a distant yacht,
tiny in the vast untroubled sea,
a small but sparkling blob of colour
in the gloom that seems to wink at me
and I shake my head and turn away,
deciding at that moment, to live.

[Chaos]

One written a few weeks back, it was in the middle of dissertation time so naturally I found any such excuse to do anything but that


The Pack

The clouds under my paws crunch with gusto,
The chant of a thousand vanquished enemies
Singing proudly across the rocky winter tundra,
And the howl rips up through my throat.

Snow laden branches explode to my right,
Unworthy flakes thrown into flight
By the arrival of those two collosal creatures,
Flanking my already heaving sides.

Teeth bare in recognition,
Answered in kind as the light coats his silver fur
Highlighting the savage scars down his back,
Memories of battles fought and won.

Floundering in the deepening snow,
Sudden surge of power as she pushes me forward
Upwards and out onto the rocks, free,
And mother is already racing onwards.

Lagging muscles under my tawny coat,
Their moans of protest buried under the howls
Of the pack as we race ever up,
Father, Mother and Son.

Her light paws dance over my back from above,
Then over and landing with a grace beyond me
Not missing a single elegant stride,
Her short snort of laughter waltzing back to me.

Proud old silver streaks,
Swirls of white paint on black,
And my red tattered coat,
I add my child-like voice to our cries.

Four snarling muzzles and one proud voice,
The menacing pounding of muscle on rock
Thunderous warning to the grazing prey below,
The Pack has come.

[Orfantal]

Not sure of a title or whether this is finished

My fingertip skates blithely on
your lithe and lovely body,
a skinny dipping trip
on a slickly smooth and silky rink.
The softly sighing sound of your breath
catches and hangs entangled in my hair,
angling for my straining ear.
My eyes break their fast on you,
gorging on the luscious sight
and dart, dodging drunkenly
across that lissom landscape.
The shadows shift, sparring on
our slowly moving bodies,
a weaving wave that echoes
our own sinuous subtle dance.

[Chaos]

Orfantal said:

The softly sighing sound of your breath
catches and hangs entangled in my hair,

nice!

strikes me as one of those spur of the moment pieces but amazed you got it to flow that well, the rhythm that you've got going work REALLY well. Another one made on the train?

I've no idea on a title either.. then again I've never been that big a fan of titles, if one isn't obvious but you can read it and know what it's about then what's the point trying to sum it up in under 4 words?

[Orfantal]

@ Chaos ... cheers matey

Itwas spur of the moment a while back and was intending to add to it...but I'm not sure I should...normally I find titles pretty easily ..bt not for this

Liked yours by the way...very vivid and alive...really gave a sense of action and movement and life

[Orfantal]

A brand new one from this morning... for someone special for her welcome encouragement and willingness to kick me up the backside when i need it..... hope she likes it

The Land of Confusion

In this land of chaotic confusion,
bemusement is my only constant companion.
A demanding and attentive mistress
whose softly whispered blandishments
tickle my ears and seduce me yet again
into her soothing yet dissatisfying embrace.
With her kiss my thoughts scatter
on the floor, skittering on stick like legs,
a swarm of milling ants, scurrying
senselessly, without a goal or purpose.
Swirling around me in random patterns
that I cannot fathom or decipher.
She holds my hands in hers tightly
leading me ever backward, always circling
in a desperate dizzying dance.
Yet though she grasps me greedily,
Smothered and sweating, night after night,
I bite down, gagging on my bitter despair,
knowing one day I’ll find my way home.

[Orfantal]

Well here's another .. wrote this in the shower andas I did the kids' breakfast this morning! Inspiration from a very special person


Breath of an Angel

Each day I feel the breath of an angel on my shoulder
hot and heavy with concern
A bulwark which my fears cannot breach
A bastion for my hopes and dreams

Each night I feel an angels arms clasped tight around me
strong but always gentle
A haven that my worries cannot reach
A fortress where my doubts must sleep

I always hear an angel's voice softly whispering
sweet encouragement
A dream where I can lose myself
A home where I can lay my heart

[Orfantal]

And here's another :

Just Another Day

I lost no sleep last night, for once,
despite the pounding in my skull.
The blows the day landed on me
left me down and beaten senseless,
eyes shuttering like closed up shops
sealed to prevent further damage.
But now my stomach churns again,
an acid comment on my state.
A rebellious upheaval
I struggle to hold inside me
as the room spins counter clockwise
to my belly and rolling eyes.
I stagger on the swaying floor,
a drunken sailor all at sea,
adrift amongst emotion’s waves.
Shivering and drenched with cold sweat,
bowed and broken, bent underneath
an endless abyss of pressure

Nails clenched in palms I tell myself
“Come on…it’s just another day..”

[GaesII]

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Nails clenched in palms I tell myself
“Come on…it’s just another day..”

I really like how you seperated these last two lines from the main body of the poem. It affords them extra impact and importance without taking anything away from the previous lines.


Also love Breath of an Angel, such beautiful sentiments conveyed by simple words........lovely:)

Bxx

[Orfantal]

Thanks hun...just seemed appropriate to give them that edge y'know? They just add that that extra bite and twist besides the rest was sort of written as three sections of six lines so it made sense to separate that part

Well .. very glad you like that one :) it was easy to write given the inspiration

Mxx

[Chaos]

Orfantal said:

Yet though she grasps me greedily,
Smothered and sweating, night after night,
I bite down, gagging on my bitter despair,
knowing one day I’ll find my way home.

That's awesome, to put it simply, the third line really makes it for me. I quite liked the piece before I read that bit but now it's def one of my favs for a while now

[Orfantal]

Cheers Chaos, that's very kind of you. Yeah quite enjoyed that one... although it's a pretty depressing piece..I wanted that bit of hope at the end, and the positive last line contrasts nicely with the vivid image of that third line... at least i think so hahaha

[Orfantal]

Here's another


Trapped

I sit within a silent place,
caught in a vice like grip.
Grasped tight in terror’s mute embrace
by hands that will not slip.
My frantic fevered resistance
will never tear me free.
I know that I have missed my chance
to break from misery.
The coiled chains that keep me here
are those that I have made.
The grasping hands that cause my fear
are those that I betrayed.
Each day I moan and plead my case,
and spout my futile lies.
At night I toss and turn and hide
the face I now despise.

[GaesII]

Another piece of yours that presents very striking imagery:) Back to the good old Melancholy Muse;)

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I know that I have missed my chance
to break from misery.

This in particular struck a chord with me......so despairing, such deep sorrow.

Can't wait to see more of your poetry hun:)

xx

[Orfantal]

Thanks hun ... yeah back to melancholy it is!

Yeah bt of a sad one I guess..although to me the last line is the real blow

well see what I can do hun :)

xx

[Chaos]

Orfantal said:

Here's another


Trapped

I sit within a silent place,
caught in a vice like grip.
Grasped tight in terror?s mute embrace
by hands that will not slip.
My frantic fevered resistance
will never tear me free.
I know that I have missed my chance
to break from misery.
The coiled chains that keep me here
are those that I have made.
The grasping hands that cause my fear
are those that I betrayed.
Each day I moan and plead my case,
and spout my futile lies.
At night I toss and turn and hide
the face I now despise.

very poignant bud, struck a chord with me too atm. Gonna have to write something new soon but atm can't seem to put a piece together.

[Orfantal]

Glad you thought so matey...yeah did seem to catch a bit of a downer with this

Look forward to seeing something of yours soon

[GaesII]

I think the title was well chosen....the poem gives the impression of someone imprisoned within a vortex of misery.

[Orfantal]

Yeah hun...guess trapped was definitely the feeling I was going for at the time...I suppose trapped in despair and possibly self loathing