STAY AWHILE~

[Arachne]

Grey swells adorn the horizon and sprinkle lightly upon the earth
The roar of thunder is heard in the distance whilst I seek the crash of light
Alas, only the roar is heard the opening feels original and works in setting us up for whats to come, not sure if adorn works.
Cool are the drops that I grasp
Escaping though tightly clenched fingers as gravity has its way
East, west, north, and south there is no sight of blue i presume the blue is the lightening
Ah, but the green! The green is seen
Lush and glorious at first i thought sea but not any more
Intoxicating the nostrils with every breath
Eyes closed dismiss the unnatural sounds making way to silence undisturbed feels forced and overly wordy
Journeys need not be made via transport of the usual kind not sure if this is a bit too obvious
Nay! My mind takes me where I choose
Light the skies oh nature's form
The bolts of the gods fly mighty
The land and sea take fancy to the storm
As life twirls about in ecstasy
Driven sideways, air has it way with water

Weary traveler, take thy time with thy hostess
Let she sup with thee
Thy cup emptied shall be filled tenfold
And thy plate engorged
Tis mine the fancy to fulfill thee
Where dost thou roam on lonely roads
Whose only avenue is a new fork or cross
Where dost decision play in thy mind?
To what end is thy journey?
Stay awhile
My hand wands and waves the quarters assuring the share i'm having trouble with this line as i can't follow the syntax
Shall the traveler raise his thoughts to speech?
Or does the road call more loudly?
To this comes the silent answer
Tis known that thy head is used to the full of a feather bed
But the warmth of straw and hearth does bear merit
My stew is not as hearty as fine spiced meats
Nor is my plate gold
But tender is mine hand and adoring is my offer
The finery of fools besieges me not
Nor does the foul smell nor pallor faces of the dead
Graceful is my life dear traveler
Stay awhile
Tis naught of often thou hangs thy hat
The roaming of village to village
Seeking
What finds thee? What dost thou seek?
How loud dost the wind call? How hard dost it push?
Dost thy heels bear wings?
Wilt thou ride Pegasus or attempt the acts of Icarus?
Let she sup with thee
Speak of thine own being
Let sound resonate in stories and create illusions drawn pretty with every stroke
That elaborates upon the wag of the tongue
Pray tell speak!
Pricked are my awaiting ears
O dearest traveler
Stay awhile ~ Arachne

i supoose it can be classed as a poem in the archaic style but i'd have like to see it in the modern idiom. there are some beautiful lines in the piece specially in the latter half. i think a lot of the packing could be thinned away and still leave or add to the style. i see odd cliche but the setting of the piece renders any of them null because the language of the poem itself is cliche, not a bad thing if that;s the aim like this piece seems to be and all the better for not having more than a couple of them.
for some reason i got the impression it was about the sea and then changed my mind. i get an intense feel of lonely, of needing company or more. it's as though the 1st person needs others to live through them.

i think it can be tightened up with a smallish edit.

thanks for the read.

Howdy Billy! I use the word adorn as I picture the clouds as grey pearls in the sky. No sight of blue refers to the sky darkening and thus is no longer blue nor adorned with pearl like clouds. Despite the dark skies, I see the green forest which is reminiscent of the Jurassic Park scenario such like the woods of British Colombia. In April the weather can go from a massive snow storm while ten miles away it is raining.

Did you ever just sit back near a wooded area while tourists are blabbering, kids are crying, and cars and trucks are rolling by? In such a natural environment they seem unnatural and are thus dismissed for a more tranquil sound of silence or that of nature itself.

A journey not of the usual kind is journey which takes place in the mind. Using one’s mind as a transportation device, one is able to go where one wishes even if one wishes to go to the dark side of the moon for a cheese sandwich. Imagination allows for such.

Here is the low down. The guy I met was a polyamorous individual whom I met at Camp Naked (that is not the real name of the camp, but that is what goes on there), without the amorous i.e., a whore. He would bang this woman, that woman, here, there and everywhere.

Having come from the upper west side of Manhattan and having an enabling mother, the boy was materialistic and spoiled. With almost no pot to piss in of his own, he hooked up with Bessy the Cow types. They were all heffers and ugly ones too, but money talks. Do you get my drift? He would “F” the fat hoes and have them fall in love with him and he cared for them not. Actually, he still hangs with his ex “F” friend Double Feature Creature much to my amusement. The woman’s face could peel paint.

I am a tomboy type person and probably have more testosterone than he, so I don’t baby his butt. My anarchistic non-materialistic ways are a yin to his yang. I offer nothing but the basics...love and hard times. By the way, the villages are not villages, they are the women. Despite that fact that we are like night and day, we are approaching our 4th anniversary and he only strayed once and told me about it. After I made his life hell, he stopped doing that. He stayed awhile. Now isn’t that romantic?

Thank you for reading. Peace out.