@Butterfly99 - I cannot view any of the pictures in this thread either. I think it's because they were all uploaded prior to the site undergoing a refurbishment this past spring, and the coding (or something along those lines - I'm hopelessly clueless about how sites operate, ha) has since changed.
It would be awesome if people shared their music, art, or literature here again. I've posted some of my poems in a section for
writers, but it's so tucked away it's rarely ever visited. I also started a thread in the Singles section hoping others would share their poems there, but I cannot participate in it anymore because I'm slightly underage. Anyhooooo. Here's one:
She who walked on the waves of the meadow
Unstartled, bearing a fish in her hand,
Came to the bald rocks where the shadow
Of foam arose like a tree on the sand.
Lighter than one in light sleep sighing;
She stepped on that prismatic ground;
She walked on waves of the sea’s crying
And heard the cricket’s timorous sound.
Wherefore will she not come with a flower
Her mind contrives from memory,
In some dawn-shattered wakeful hour
Through the flowering fields of the sea
ETA:
Cleaned up a little typo from above. Below I'm posting another poem I already shared on my profile page. I go through stages where I'm drawn to a certain motif, like water or birds, haha.
Her heart is water, its own self its stay.
It will be fog or cloud or haze, or frail
Mists that wander after daylight pale.
It will be all things: the sea’s salty spray
White in the wind; cast fuming on a shore
Stone-desolate; a river’s liquid song;
A fountain wearing jewels for a throng
Of dancing waves; a pool forevermore
Quiet under leaves gold-rimmed, death-black;
A sea-mirror; or, made of sweet love dreaming,
A crystal well; a molten river gleaming
Under hot sun, flame following its track;
Falls, rapids; wild water of storm and trouble;
Or, being quit of love, a happy bubble.
I love photography.
