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New Guy, New Stuff
Hey, I just arrived, really enjoying reading your stuff guys. What a great variety!
Though I'd post some things I wrote; not sure whether a new thread was neccesitated here, but whatever.
The Sleepless Diplomat
Instead of rain fell night upon night,
And a soft warmth; and impenetrable
Avenues stretched beyond sight.
Broken upon the plunging crest, the soft husks cascade,
Thrust sharp, and dip sharper.
When the grandest shade of dusk --
Lilting on strange footing again --
Caught a sleepless scoundrel
Miles from ground he’d trust; arms of ballast,
Gasping teeth and stinging eyes,
(“Dutiful to a fault;
Well, all was said and done!”
He trembled,) the tightening he felt
Cried volumes. It was left at that;
Far more was ready to be said…
“And why did they leave wrecks
When thought we ‘tenemos nada?’
Brilliant sky at dawn, unbroken horizons;
Gifts for silent fears, perhaps.” Would he rather
Toss and turn a little less --
Beneath the air’s stifling brazon;
Below the wildly waving palms?
“They say we’ve been living inside our shells;
Laid out to dry for far too long…
Una defensa sin sueño!”
A law unto themselves…
* * *
Well, can they last, the tireless diplomats
(Dust-lost beds, as streams run of their course,
But not yet hopeless of fauna…)
Scattered in the throes of wild fancies? Treading,
Unlost yet, but still stumbling;
And he’s still latching onto her glances.
Well, instead of chase, maybe here he’ll give
Los viente secretos, just left to impart
Before his chances fail... But only if he forgets that -- “God willing” -- he’ll live,
And that life is full of last chances.
(PS I know the Spanish is awfully translated. I'd lie and say that was intentional, but that would be a lie)
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