Welcome to the poetry page!
These are in the voices of Faramir and Boromir...
~*~Boromir Speaks~*~
You give him no credit
and yet he tries to do your will....
Father, why must you treat him thus?
True, he is not my twin, my double
he is unto himself, a different shade
but none the less my brother for that,
no less dear to me.
He stands not in my shadow
but rather, I in his light.
I eat at his table, bathe in his being
walk his path, read his stories;
what he is becomes part of me
his colors my own.
Would you strike him down before my eyes
if you care for me as you claim?
Hew his beauty to fragments
and you shatter mine as well.
For each wound you deal him
I bleed with his blood
and my own bones splinter
beneath my armor.
I diminish with each shard
that flies from his soul
as you try to chip him
into my own shape.
Him alone I cannot defend,
for you smite him from within.
Why must you force me
to rebuild his palace
each time you lay it waste?
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~*~Three Haiku~*~
Day by day I watch
a fair voice whispers my name
peace forsakes my dreams.
~~~
Your gold seduced me
I could not resist its lure
both our fates are sealed.
~~~
Forgive me; I failed.
But now my horn is broken
and so is my heart.
~*~Crushed--Faramir's Lament~*~
Brother, you fell much too hard.
You should really have been more careful.
Surely you knew I was standing below
and thought I could catch you
but you have crushed me flat.
I thought I could bear your weight
but the slivers of your dying
cut too cruelly into my already riddled center.
You took too much from me,
now how can I possibly rise
with you lying on me so?
How can I stand up to view
your quiet face, your crossed arms
and sing your stifled usefulness
and pierced beauty, when every particle
of my being insists on being
muffled in your might?
Would that grief could be
as limited as the flesh,
as impotent as tears, as tender
as the air between our eyes
when we looked our farewells
in unknowing finality!
Would that arrows could sing
the downfall of pain
when all drugs and prayers fail
and that the heart could be
as small as life
as closed as death
and as bitter as lessons
in the art of mortality;
then, perhaps I could push
your inert reality away and
reassemble the fragments
into the man I was meant to be
before your stilled splendor drifted
with deceptive lightness
and pinned me down to poverty.
My roofless heart is now your vault;
I contain you, and have no more room
for my own sweet furnishings
until you have dissolved
leaving me vacant
and utterly exposed.
~*~Faramir's Awakening~*~
Who would lie idle
When the King has returned?
From out of a tortured tide
I drifted, and before my slow gaze
I beheld a figure whose head
grazed the heavens
as a mountain peak,
old yet young,
gladness and mystery
melded in its deep music.
Wisdom and valour
rose in his sight like mighty statues
flanking a stream of beauty and mercy
that flowed in infinite abundance,
the joyous susurration of its waters
singing in my veins. A mist
of healing fragrance rose therefrom
laving my mangled senses
as the fingers of an infant,
innocence bestowing as
my pierced and lacerated form
he lifted and cradled
in a pallet of kindness
until the renewal
of my own small power
came to pass.
And from time to time
from within his storied light
the face of a wounded princess
loomed over his shoulder
looking to me
with eyes of wanting
and lucent gloom.
Then as I watched longer
I saw a stellar gate
promising untold treasure
and straightway I knew
the password
to open it
was "friend".
Click on picture to see it full sized.
~*~A Morning of Pale Spring~*~ You stand in the eastern window
still bearing winter's doleful frost
the steely blanket of your hair
speaks to me of distance
and fruitless kneeling.
I could climb an endless stair
up to your threshold, my clothes
snagging on random stars
my knees grazing unmoved planets
and still you would elude me
like a joybeam shimmering
in a frantic streamlet
that a childish hand
would chill in pursuit.
So I wait, clenched in watching
for the first peeping blossoms, wondering
if perhaps they have spread
their maiden lace already
only to be betrayed
by a rude and choking freeze.
But now we stand together
two orphans at discovery's door
the bonfire of our sorrows
smoldering in a forgotten ditch.
Your fingers twine about my own
like trusting vines that seek
the hidden remedies of growth
their softness weaves a clean dream
a lifting and a holiday
and promises of waterfall joy
as the earth rumbles faintly
in the lap of singing morning
hungering for the healthful seeds
of lovers who well know
the warm importance of thaw.
Click on picture to see full sized.
~*~Beauty~*~ Beauty danced to the carol of your name
as we signed Love's treaty
on the terrace of morning.
Our beings, embroidered
with flowers, swans and lightning,
became flags in a strange
and many-towered Citadel
where every window
laughed at frowning battlements
and night was just another name
for Immortality.
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Welcome to the poetry page!
These are in the voices of Faramir and Boromir...
~*~Boromir Speaks~*~
You give him no creditand yet he tries to do your will....
Father, why must you treat him thus?
True, he is not my twin, my double
he is unto himself, a different shade
but none the less my brother for that,
no less dear to me.
He stands not in my shadow
but rather, I in his light.
I eat at his table, bathe in his being
walk his path, read his stories;
what he is becomes part of me
his colors my own.
Would you strike him down before my eyes
if you care for me as you claim?
Hew his beauty to fragments
and you shatter mine as well.
For each wound you deal him
I bleed with his blood
and my own bones splinter
beneath my armor.
I diminish with each shard
that flies from his soul
as you try to chip him
into my own shape.
Him alone I cannot defend,
for you smite him from within.
Why must you force me
to rebuild his palace
each time you lay it waste?
Click on picture to see it full sized. ~*~Three Haiku~*~
Day by day I watch
a fair voice whispers my name
peace forsakes my dreams.
~~~
Your gold seduced me
I could not resist its lure
both our fates are sealed.
~~~
Forgive me; I failed.
But now my horn is broken
and so is my heart.
~*~Crushed--Faramir's Lament~*~
Brother, you fell much too hard.
You should really have been more careful.
Surely you knew I was standing below
and thought I could catch you
but you have crushed me flat.
I thought I could bear your weight
but the slivers of your dying
cut too cruelly into my already riddled center.
You took too much from me,
now how can I possibly rise
with you lying on me so?
How can I stand up to view
your quiet face, your crossed arms
and sing your stifled usefulness
and pierced beauty, when every particle
of my being insists on being
muffled in your might?
Would that grief could be
as limited as the flesh,
as impotent as tears, as tender
as the air between our eyes
when we looked our farewells
in unknowing finality!
Would that arrows could sing
the downfall of pain
when all drugs and prayers fail
and that the heart could be
as small as life
as closed as death
and as bitter as lessons
in the art of mortality;
then, perhaps I could push
your inert reality away and
reassemble the fragments
into the man I was meant to be
before your stilled splendor drifted
with deceptive lightness
and pinned me down to poverty.
My roofless heart is now your vault;
I contain you, and have no more room
for my own sweet furnishings
until you have dissolved
leaving me vacant
and utterly exposed.
~*~Faramir's Awakening~*~
Who would lie idleWhen the King has returned?
From out of a tortured tide
I drifted, and before my slow gaze
I beheld a figure whose head
grazed the heavens
as a mountain peak,
old yet young,
gladness and mystery
melded in its deep music.
Wisdom and valour
rose in his sight like mighty statues
flanking a stream of beauty and mercy that flowed in infinite abundance, the joyous susurration of its waters
singing in my veins. A mist
of healing fragrance rose therefrom
laving my mangled senses
as the fingers of an infant,
innocence bestowing as
my pierced and lacerated form
he lifted and cradled
in a pallet of kindness
until the renewal
of my own small power
came to pass.
And from time to time
from within his storied light
the face of a wounded princess
loomed over his shoulder
looking to me
with eyes of wanting
and lucent gloom.
Then as I watched longer
I saw a stellar gate
promising untold treasure
and straightway I knew
the password
to open it
was "friend".
Click on picture to see it full sized. ~*~A Morning of Pale Spring~*~
You stand in the eastern window
still bearing winter's doleful frost
the steely blanket of your hair
speaks to me of distance
and fruitless kneeling.
I could climb an endless stair
up to your threshold, my clothes
snagging on random stars
my knees grazing unmoved planets
and still you would elude me
like a joybeam shimmering
in a frantic streamlet
that a childish hand
would chill in pursuit.
So I wait, clenched in watching
for the first peeping blossoms, wondering
if perhaps they have spread
their maiden lace already
only to be betrayed
by a rude and choking freeze.
But now we stand together
two orphans at discovery's door
the bonfire of our sorrows
smoldering in a forgotten ditch.
Your fingers twine about my own
like trusting vines that seek
the hidden remedies of growth
their softness weaves a clean dream
a lifting and a holiday
and promises of waterfall joy
as the earth rumbles faintly
in the lap of singing morning
hungering for the healthful seeds
of lovers who well know
the warm importance of thaw.
Click on picture to see full sized. ~*~Beauty~*~
Beauty danced to the carol of your name
as we signed Love's treaty
on the terrace of morning.
Our beings, embroidered
with flowers, swans and lightning,
became flags in a strange
and many-towered Citadel
where every window
laughed at frowning battlements
and night was just another name
for Immortality.