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I Wish I Could Sing…

I wish I could sing as my heart can sing,

Down from the depths of my soul.

And knew tis true it’s you I’ve found

My one true love for life.

My heart rings true as I pour out the truth

Of a love made not here but heav’n.

I touch it not here upon the Earth.

God made you for me, your life for mine.

My heart pours out a silent request

Heard all around the world.

But words spoken from breast to breast

A silence that stills the dawn.

A proof to me lives evermore

The skies show in the sunset

The colors pale against our love

They rebel against its strength.

So, there will come when only one

remains the other continues on.

I cry when I think of that deep sorrow

the only thing which pales the love.

*****

-Written upon wakening from a dream of seeing my true love dying in my arms.

Namaste,

Scott

 

I Sit in the Corner – Revisited

I Sit in the Corner

Years ago, I wrote a poem and though it didn’t receive accolades, I love it very much.  It is listed in my history markers to the left, but I wanted to revisit it and let you read if you haven’t.

By Scott L Vannatter – 07/05/12
I sit in the corner, a ragged doll,
No bones, no frame, no peace of mind.
Using a nail to scratch the floor
To make a difference, for one to find.

I sit in the corner, a woolen cloth,
Just feeding moths as I slowly die.
Once I was used to cover a toy
A shiny doll, cherished so high.

I sit in the corner, now an old box
My insides poured out; I tossed aside.
Used for holding treasures dear
A doll and blanket did I hide.

I sit in the corner, crumpled and torn
Wrapping paper of colors so bright
Covering a box filled with toys bought new
To give a child a time filled with light.

I sit in the corner, growing old and grey
Ignored by most my time spent all
Did my duties and worked and helped
Now I feel just like a doll.

 

Namaste,

Scott

Impossible Dream

I did post a short poem below, but I could not help but post this clip which has 2 men singing a song that brought tears to my eyes.  I am not certain I have ever heard it sung so well.

Following that with a poem is nearly inadequate, but I will try:

The Filth that was

By Scott L Vannatter

Oct 29, 1985

The last trickle of water swirled

.               down the dusty drain

After the gurgle, I cried,

.               “Why is it always like that – –

.               swirl and trickle until it’s gone?”

Dingy porcelain stared.

.               “Purity…Hah!”

The purest just went down the sewer.

Now the cleaning begins.

Make it sparkle, white, pure

So no one will know the filth that was.*

___________________________________

*I marked out the last line in the original.

-What do you think?  Leave it in? out? does it matter?

Namaste,

Scott

All That Matters

I know this is only one poem, much shorter than I usually do, but it is in stark contrast to yesterday’s post of gloom and doom.  I was optimistic, even in the worst of times (or what I thought was the worst of times).

___________________

All That Matters

By Scott L Vannatter

12/30/85

Running through life

Hanging on to my trousers,

.     Shoes untied,

.     Hair mussed,

.     Glasses crooked,

I just knew something was wrong.

.     -I was right!

But in the end as I tumble, bumble, stumble,

.     Fly,

.     Legs splayed ridiculously,

.     Face in the mud,

I will cross the line – and win.

_______________________

Namaste,

Scott

Trifecta Writing Challenge – 4/26/2013

Friday, April 26, 2013

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Five

This weekend we are bringing you back to class with a little refresher course on compound modifiers.  We are talking about two words that combine together to describe something.  Such as a well-rounded individual or a one-way street or a lightly-oiled pan.  Here’s a fun Trifextra trick: conventionally, if the compound modifier comes BEFORE the word it modifies, it requires a hyphen and counts as one word.  If it comes AFTER the noun, it doesn’t need a hyphen and counts as two.

For example:

The well-read woman had an extensive vocabulary. (7 words)
The woman was well read and had an extensive vocabulary. (10 words)

Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.  Remember that the hyphen will join your two words together to create one, so you will have a bit more wiggle room with your word count and language.  You are free to use more than one hyphenated modifier in your post, but we ask that you be careful not to sacrifice readability in the process.

My entry: (Unfortunately, I missed the deadline)

Love of My Life

An oft-borne love withstood the test

Of near-fatal proof around the rest

Its mind didst shine with such a gleam

Only heart over-powered that beauteous beam

And gave more glory to the rest

____________________________

Namaste,

Scott

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