the inky swirling
curling
cracking paper white
braided
silver beard
booming tone
required
a warsome
bloody
statement
a pompous fretful poem
the speckled chaos counting
dimensions
un K NOW n
footprints in the sand
stacks of golden thrones
lots of weight behind the blind…..
floats home.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
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Silver Poetry 
Sakes! Everyone better know these lyrics, or what the heck are they doing writing poetry. xo Lovely as always glittery one.
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hello there lovely lady! xx
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This reminds me of Odin…wandering with his knarled walking stick and broad hat, looking for trouble. Maybe a fight with Loki. Maybe a war to start. Maybe just hang out on a tree somewhere. 😉 Since I do not know this song (TRAVESTY, I know), I do not know its origins, but I like what it says to me personally. My Scandinavian is clearly showing. 🙂
I bow to you, Freya. 🙂 Gorgeous poem. As always.
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I need to know more about Odin and Freya… it does have a argumentative feel… i always thought of it as a call to all people to wake up a bit and begin to consciously create a path… rather than float around blaming everything else for their circumstances/ emotions…. xxxxx
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odin
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freyja
Just for when and if you feel like lightly reading about them. 🙂
I know my interpretation is odd, but it was just something I was reminded of. You might see why. The silver beard, the speckled chaos…the warsome, bloody statement. Odin would get people all worked up, and then dedicate the resulting battles to himself by throwing his spear over the battlefield. And yet, Odin was also the god of poetry.
Either way….I adore this poem. It’s gorgeous.
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i love your mind! i will know about these fabulous creatures YES i will!
poetry and war are such bloody things 🙂
full of love and death
oh Odin
maybe he lacked gentle connection in his childhood….
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The speckled chaos counting….love that line!
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Thankyou, I liked that one too… I was thinking that amongst the sparkling light of the chaotic world there are maybe moments of clarity 🙂
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SwirlGirl –
John Lennon would probably have really liked your Scandinavian interpretation. He wrote Nowhere Man about himself…yes, I can see him wandering with his knarled walking stick and broad hat, looking for trouble. Maybe a fight with Paul…
Listen, don’t panic, you’re young and have plenty of time. But, um..the thing is, you have to know the Beatles. Sorry, orders from God. (:
Don’t worry –
Take your time, don’t hurry XXOO
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thumbs up on this interpretation!
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I guess I am more a Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen kind of girl. Boys diving off of cars and splashing into the street. Cold and broken Hallelujahs. That kind of thing. I do love the Beatles, but have not listened to everything. In my defence, I named my son Jude because of a Beatles song… 😉
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i love the name Jude
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Poignant words — this poem delivers a very specific picture. I really like this one a lot!
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Thanks Judith I appreciate your comment. x
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And I appreciate your talent! 😎
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xxxxx
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Ok, with all due respect to Odin, Freya and John Lennon, why did I think of the Ancient Mariner when I read this?
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oh awesome! more things i don’t know…tell me about the ancient mariner and I will tell you why he came to mind… 🙂
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‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ by Samuel Coleridge – perhaps it’s because he also has a beard and it’s a maritime adventure? It could also be considered a ‘pompous fretful poem’… 🙂
IT IS an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? etc
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Hmmm is his the question, of ‘where’ is he to be stopped or ‘why’ … he is very very serious in his questioning and sort of praying or fearing…. and I am too so
maybe the nowhere man is an aspect of that intense desire to understand and be free….
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