The Rendezvous
I recovered haste
As I made way in a sepia wood
Far fatigued limbs
Taking me as far as fear could.
Winter held captive a brook
Bonded by white and gray
I had the desire for escape,
Yet an honesty to stay.
Could this be death, thought I,
Amongst this frozen nature?
Pausing again in the cold
That held me in unmoved stature.
Another damaging glance
For my conscience to alleviate
And I became an element
Of the black waters of fate.
And there, was my fragile life-
So oddly replaced.
No haven from my desperation,
No salvation of grace.
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If You Believe
BritishKid16,
I always enjoy reading your art. Your words and images are spellbinding.
I am curious though, why are you so preoccupied with death?
I write a lot about death too; it is our fate for sure. No one is comfortable with their mortality; it is an unknown that we all think about from time to time.
When one reads another's poetry, it is like an opening into their hearts. You have come to be a dear poetry buddy.
You are not destined for black waters. I weep when I think that you feel you have no salvation or grace.
You have been a great light to me for quite some time now.
You are on the bridge of life. You are graduating. You have so much to give. It is a time to rejoice in things to come.
I know that things are very dark in our world today...but you...BritishKid16...have the means to change that...BELIEVE in yourself...I BELIVE IN YOU!
Warm regards,
Kathy :o)
The Wings of Friendnship
Kathy,
I suppose that I surprise people when I write about death...
It is a powerful influence on our lives, it's true. But I am actually incredibly happy right now. You're right, I do have an infinite number of things to do with myself- And I want to do them all.
Life and death are purely elements of my perception of the world around me. I wrote this poem at school today because a single dark-persauded line of this poem formed, and I grew it from there.
This is like a cinematic/artistic way that I think. I am creating a scene of darkness though I am brighter than ever.
Sorry for the vague darkness here! Thank you for your wonderful comment.
:)
Britishkid16
Poetic Cinematography
BritishKid16,
After reading your comment about seeing a single phrase through a cinematic lens, this poem read like a black and white film. Thanks for the clarification, it is amazing how different I see this poem because of your artistic explanation.
Maybe we should add notes at the bottom of our work if it lends itself toward cinematography or other art forms.
I am not a photographer, but after writing poetry for several years (and because I have a B.A. in theatre arts)...I think I would love to experience film one day before I hit the deck.
Being young and talented...you have the world at your artistic fingertips. Wow. Keep writing my friend.
Kind regards,
Kathy
Let me know if you ever do make a film...I want to see it.
Feature your work
This is a beautiful poem. I'd love to feature it on PoeticPictures.com.
Would you be interested?
Keep up the good work :)
An Honor
Neutrinoq,
I would be honored to have my work featured on this website. All that I ask is that you give me credit by using my username- Britishkid16 and where this poem was originally posted- on my blog at everypoet.net.
Just to play fair as far as copyright. :)
Thank you so much for reading and your interest!
Britishkid16
Awesome
Great! I'll let you know when the poem is posted :)
Thanks!
You've been featured :)
Your poem is officially featured on PoeticPictures.com! Go check it out :)
Do you want to keep up with the site? We'd be happy to put you on our email list.
Let me know! I look forward to seeing more great work from you :)
Another excellent poem!
Another excellent poem British Kid. Very lean, stark, and unified. A powerful mood.