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Flies in a jar.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:13 pm
by Saturn
Another one from the vaults....

Flies in a jar.

Spent in idle fury are our lives,
Like pitiful flies confined to a jar.
As angry bees stirred in their hives,
Our protests useless prove thus far.

For all the din and coil we inspire
Is wasted breath and useless noise;
Snow thrown to calm raging fire,
Fighting legions with children’s toys.

Easy the passage to the house of death
Whence we descend into the void,
Nature marks not with single breath,
Never sighs, and lives un-annoyed.
____

PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:17 pm
by dks
Hah! I love this one, Stephen!

I love these lines:

For all the din and coil we inspire
Is wasted breath and useless noise;
Snow thrown to calm raging fire,
Fighting legions with children’s toys.

Well done. Good show. You have a talent-knack for rhyming with sweet precision...

PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:17 pm
by Saturn
That was in my 'shock-horror' Byronic Don-Juan worshipping phase.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:18 pm
by dks
It's one the best I've read of yours...I really like it's rhythm and the bees and flies... :shock:

PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:37 pm
by Saturn
Seriously?

:oops:

I don't rate it too highly myself - the imagery I like but the execution is poor really.

Most of these early poems were 'written' in my head as I walked to and from University.

PostPosted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:37 pm
by dks
Well, there you are...just writing off the cuff while walking leisurely outside--soudns to me like you're an accomplished writer--it comes easily to you.

:shock:

PostPosted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:34 pm
by Saturn
Well I was totally isolated and unable to socially communicate - I had to keep my mind on something, so I started to think of poems to communicate to the world how I felt at that time - well not the world, I never expected anyone to ever see them.
I really was extremely withdrawn - psychologists thought I was possibly autistic.

I'm not naturally communicative at all - I really gave to force myself to talk, even today it's very easy to go back into that cocoon.

I suppose writing and particularly sites like these have been both a help and a hinderence to me - it's so easy to type something out that you would find hard to say out loud - that has got me into so much trouble and heartache over the last few years.

I never thought I would be sharing these poems online, on a forum dedicated to one of my heroes, as the administrator of the site :shock:

Here I am rambling about myself again - explaining away everything :roll:

PostPosted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:57 am
by dks
No...go on...

:)

PostPosted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:49 am
by Saturn
I can't its far too unseemly and inappropriate for a public forum.

Please don't encourage me.

If you have any questions you can pm me or e-mail me.

I think one of the reasons Despondence left was that he might have though I was turning this forum into my own personal psychiatrist's couch :?

I really have to learn to keep this stuff for my psychologist and not people from half-way around the world I've bever met and aren't trained to deal with my difficluties.