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WELL gents, any writers out there? Seems the last conversation I could find on this was way back in 2009 (and I had posted there...I can't effin believe it's 2015 now). I've written quite a bit, been published in a couple collections before (poetry), and when I first left the States I was working on a greater collection of short stories and further poetry. Thought I'd share this piece here that I actually wrote MANY years ago - I feel like I've posted it here before, but I couldn't find it in Search...so, sorry if it's a repost. It's one of my favorites, largely because it's very different from my normal style (and also because most people have NO idea what I'm talking about - but I think y'all might be able to pick up the drift). Bueno, dime amigos!
Ode #4
But a brief moment this morning
To ponder a great beginning
A phantom aroma haunts me
And I find salt on the tongue
A fiery pillar fills my view
And gently defers to molten ember
A glow refracted, distracted
By billowing clouds upon the horizon
Wave upon airy wave drifts along
Obscuring the radiant orb
And yet,
Accentuating it still
The ascension to glorious crescendo
The epic peak, of which we seek
And brilliance washes over ye
To bask in its wonderful glory
Grasp upon it, indulge while you can
For it is ever fleeting
And we are are ever seeking
Alas, the day must wane
And as all things must end
So too shall our heavenly divine
Settling peacefully into ashen night
Ode #4
But a brief moment this morning
To ponder a great beginning
A phantom aroma haunts me
And I find salt on the tongue
A fiery pillar fills my view
And gently defers to molten ember
A glow refracted, distracted
By billowing clouds upon the horizon
Wave upon airy wave drifts along
Obscuring the radiant orb
And yet,
Accentuating it still
The ascension to glorious crescendo
The epic peak, of which we seek
And brilliance washes over ye
To bask in its wonderful glory
Grasp upon it, indulge while you can
For it is ever fleeting
And we are are ever seeking
Alas, the day must wane
And as all things must end
So too shall our heavenly divine
Settling peacefully into ashen night
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Well I'm a simple guy maybe that's why. Poems, lyrics, classical music can all be different things to different people but the morning cigar was the first thing I thought of. Could be because this is a cigar forum but maybe not. My days off morning cigars are kind of a ritual, especially in the summer outside. So quiet, birds in the feeder and singing in the tress, sun coming up, okay cue up Cat Stevens' "Morning Has Broken" lol. So it kind of fit my ritual, or maybe my thoughts, but in different words. Excellent poem.
Thanks for all the nice comments here guys, I appreciate it! Most of my writing tends to end up fairly melodramatic, so that's why I tend to like this one all the more. Doug - what books did you write, man? I'd be curious to see!