 Solstice by Ephiny, Faery Award Winner |
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  Feb 24 05, 17:11
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 Mosaic Master  Posts: 18,892 Joined: 1-August 03 From: Massachusetts Member No.: 2 Real Name: Lori Kanter Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Imhotep  |
Hello MM viewers! I'm awarding the Faery Award to this fine piece nominated by Psyche. Way to go, Lucie! Thanks for coloring the Mosaic in faery nice style! :pharoah2
Check out this tile in the poetry forum, Homer's Homilies as well!  Solstice (slightly revised) The land has swelled, and sleeps now, in wind-breaths and winter faeries’ shadows, circling the earth silently, tapping hard ground to place hands on sparkling soil. There are spirits in the trees and drooping shrubs, glistening together in mist and frosted windows, icy glow of a midwinter moon. Chanted words echo further. The scent of cloves and crackling coals from brightly frosted windows; mistletoe wreaths silently spread their cures and secrets. We do not know why we do any of this, only that it is enough to want, like we do, dream as we do and blame some primal instinct deep within that knows the ancient battles for a crucial gift inside we cannot name. We celebrate the moment of our redemption, pull out wounded parts that fight no longer, offer silent tears and moments of silent despair. We come here for salvation, celebrating the birth of the Son, this same day, the Celts celebrated the birth of the Sun. End of darkness, subtle victory, each one, over secrets deep inside the earth and silent ground. We dig deep, all the time. Life continues underground, as day begins; light at its lowest and vital point of existence. The Holly king, deep green crown straight from legend to window sill and glass angels reaching in to pull together two lost times, The First Christmas and all before it; a celebration of light, bright and brief. Spirits move; suddenly it’s all the same, We struggle to learn, forgetting that it’s not the knowing, but the acceptance of not knowing that can save us. Birth and death occur in one moment. We survive both and spin onwards, unending because we never really began. Frosty sunset, a robin circles. Curtains draw, candlelight and fireside eyes seeing more than they’ll ever know. Children gaze at a five-pointed star. © Lucie Kavanagh ·······  ·······"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Collaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. Kanter Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!  "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner           |
  
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Feb 25 05, 10:03
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 Creative Chieftain  Posts: 847 Joined: 14-November 03 From: Ireland Member No.: 41 Real Name: Lucie Writer of: Poetry & Prose |
Wow!! Thank you!! What a lovely surprise..Sylvia..thank you very, very much..
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"What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?" WB Yeats "No Second Troy" MM Award Winner  |
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Mar 25 05, 11:21
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 8,882 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
QUOTE (Ephiny @ Feb. 25 2005, 12:03) Wow!! Thank you!! What a lovely surprise..Sylvia..thank you very, very much.. Dear Ephiny, I simply love "Solstice" !! It's got everything: magic, mysticism, philosophy, insight, beauty and realism. And lots of other qualities I can't pinpoint right now !! My pleasure !! Hugs, Sylvia 
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The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. "There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction." Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner     |
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