Water and Stone, Ice and Flame
It’s the clash of water on stone,
The mountain top bald and beckoning,
Waiting for the storm to take shape, to mold
The stark whiteness into dark echoes and ridges.
It’s the hiss of ice on flame,
The crackle and spark rising fiercely,
Forcing the solid into liquid form, drenching
It’s own source; extinguishing it’s heat.
It’s the essence of you and I,
Water and Stone,
Ice and Flame,
Urging and beckoning, guiding and shaping
One another, changing our essence as
We clash and spark,
As we hiss and flow together,
A waterfall of emotions flaring up
Then calming into a gentle bend
In the river, a slow-moving cascade gliding
Over ancient rock, the foundation shaping
The flow, soothing us as we carve new ridges
In one another’s life.
Dena L Moore
June 27, 2009
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Come
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
Sarah Teasdale
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Pain In Pleasure
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish counterpart
Of a weak man's vain wishes ! While I spoke,
The thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain (cried Reason as she woke)
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting !
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
