Would like to share this beautiful gift from Jocelyne
                                         


   Moments of dramatic beauty:    



       


       


       


                               



                               Two floral paintings for you to enjoy!



   



The Beauty of Flowers







                                    Remembering Charlotte Brontë
                                    21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855)
                                    Favourite quote from Jane Eyre

"I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience."
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre



                                   Two sketches for you to enjoy!



                       


                                         A quite moment!
                                      

                           



                                          Poetry and Stories


 Fyres-Descent has started a new group: Freedom-in-Words. New members would be very welcome

                    SoaringShe walks in beauty, like the night,
  Surrounded by ethereal light.
Her grace and wit none can compare,
  To that of her smile and ebony hair.

The mouth that sets my heart all aflutter,
  Killing me with the words it won't utter.
The arms that hold me in accepting embrace,
  Yet I am silent, just to save face.

The night that we sit and do nothing but talk,
  Not thinking about the hands of the clock.
The day that I finally got up the nerve,
  To whisper to you those three unspoken words.

I've loved you, I love you, and I will love you.... Forever.



you cant try to be in love while... (+audio)you can’t try to be in love while holding up the moon

the right way to let go
is looking into water;
to become the distant sound of thunder
in transit from star to star -
knowing
it is obscure over there.

once you have found it,
blue willow love shimmers
as she reads poems.

- SophieCT, april 2013
Day .105.     the watcherssometimes I watch
the moon
over the emptiness

~

sometimes the moon
watches me
over the emptiness

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sometimes the emptiness
watches over me
and the moon     TONNERRES ET DESTINS - THUNDERS AND FATESTonnerres et destins
Flot de foudres
Passent comme une lame
Sur l'océan.

Thunders and fates
Flood of lightning
Strikes like a blade
On the ocean.

Frantz, 2006.

En mémoire de mon père / In loving memory of my father.


Death of the Raven Warrior
Black met black
upon ending breath
loyal friends spirited
to warrior's breast

Mourning takes flight
in taloned embrace
grieved cries rattling
over ocean waves

Passerine mistress,
gloried fighter,
reverence bears you
to honor's pyre     SilenceSilence...atmospheric respite for this soul.     Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)
The dawn is just a breakin',
across this old hilly land.
Me heart is sorely achin',
o'er the lass who'd held me hand.

As I glanced 'cross the gloamin',
the sunrise' castin' shadows.
I'd hoped to see her roamin',
toward that familiar meadow.

'Twas there we shared our love,
one so soft and sweet and true.
'Twas there the clouds swirled above,
in a sky so ever blue.

Alas, one October mornin',
when the skies had turned to grey,
and the rain began a pourin',
the lass upped and walked away.

So each morn I face the east,
and I play these bloody pipes.
This poor lad's plea will ne'er cease,
till his lass comes home for keeps!


                             NONETS FOR 2013Anger is my aphrodisiac
It’s soaked into every pore
Striking out like a viper
Anger is my venom
A sure protector
True defender
Anger’s breath
Fills my
Lungs

Heart
Blackened
Full of hate
No longer beats
Rotted by anger
It deceives, not defends
It is no one’s protector
Anger’s venom leaves no winner
Vomit it out and begin to heal

DAVID ROGERS     JewelMy eyes they see you shining
Watch you walking with the stars
Brighter than the lightning
Beauty glowing from afar...
And my heart gently weeps
I watch your spirit soaring
Soft wings painting in the sky
Sweet raining words inspiring
See your canvass how it flies...
And my heart gently weeps
I see your sadness bleeding
Savage wounds that just wont heal
And know the love you're needing
The unending pain you feel...
And my heart gently weeps
My poet born in sorrow
What beautiful words you weep
High on that sacred plateau 
Where none but angels sleep...
And my heart gently weeps


                              Two short stories for you to enjoy!


The Girl on the BusShe boarded the bus; the driver waited patiently while two long fingers dipped slowly like a feeding heron’s beak, into a purse with a Dracula emblem. She withdrew a one pound coin, put it into her left palm and paid her fare. She sat in front with her back to me. After taking her bag from over her shoulder she patted it into her lap. Lightly she rubbed her shoulders, momentarily, against the back of her seat and settled down with evident comfort.

Perhaps seventeen or so she was composed, sure of herself in a quiet way.
Her hair, chestnut, shiny was loosely taken up. From beneath the hairline a tongue of maidenhair shaped like India l *Deepened Space*(you should really read the scifaiku by Delice1941 first as this is based off of that, http://delice1941.deviantart.com/art/Deep-Space-363054063)

... The computer continued to rattle off information, as somewhere in the background a chamber opened. Steam filled the room, and fresh clean air circulated though the veins of one very tired space travelor. "Date, march ninth, twenty-one eighty-seven. Arrival at target planet, waking Field medic B. Scott. Current earth time..."

A voice groaned from its position in front of the chamber, and began to walk out of the cryogenics holding unit as he went mumbling to himself rubbing the soreness from hi







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