Comments | evil_baron: Just some poetry starts (she did this to me.)

evil_baron

Just some poetry starts (she did this to me.)

Mar 16, 2009 20:27

It was now the season of spring, and the land was enamelled with the lustre of new-born flowers.

The desert demon-song whipped the sand, stampeding the dust-dervishes before it.

As a fecund cloud laden with the promises of succor she is cleaved upon the mountain. Though spitted upon the peak of manhood, she erodes stony pride with soft

poetry, philosophy

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phoenix2me March 17 2009, 01:31:10 UTC

I heard that Bob Dylan used to write songs by piecing together bits of other songs that he'd tried to write but weren't flowing. You should try writing a whole story around ideas you've been toying with, just stick them all together and fill in the blanks.

Love the cloud / mountain imagery.

From our conversation... evil_baron March 17 2009, 02:08:04 UTC

TO A LADY,
ON SEEING HER BLUSH.
BY THE KHALIF RADHI BILLAH.

LEILA, whene’er I gaze on thee
My altered cheek turns pale;
While upon thine, sweet maid, I see
A deep’ning blush prevail.

Leila, shall I the cause impart
Why such a change takes place?-
The crimson stream deserts my heart
To mantle on thy face.

anonymous March 17 2009, 02:10:24 UTC

evil_baron March 17 2009, 02:22:31 UTC

As you...