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Alister Flik grew up in a fundamentalist Christian home in the Midwest with a healthy variety of crazy available to her, and her middle child syndrome hardly affects her at all anymore. At 18, she moved to the West Coast, got a tattoo, and now lives happily as a quirky theist amidst the Portland heathens she so dearly loves. Her idols are Joan of Arc (crazy or not), Flannery O'Connor, and Daria. Her favorite superhero is the perfect superhuman combination of Joan of Arc, Flannery O'Connor, and Daria dressed in a cape, armor, boots, and armed with wit and a pen. She is currently looking for someone to illustrate this into a comic book.
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The Dragon, as I Pondered


I walked by a dragon
in the woods today.
It was a most ordinary event.

He stood, poised,
curling toward the sky,
and seemed barely restrained,
even by his own will,
from launching in awesome violence
toward the cool blue freedom.
His mystic hide trailed
in an ordered roughness to the ground,
where he braced himself--
rooted, as a deceptive tower.
Covered in shimmering green armor
to the sunlit nares of his ancient crown.

I passed beneath
his fierce shadow,
and was lost to wonder
how a world could move
to nullify his majesty.

As I pondered,
his curving spine cracked--
the mystery of his scales
drying to a coarse skin of bark.
His nimble arms, froze deep,
to the bone, in the presence
of dissolved magic--
to remain the mere limbs
of a finite lineage.

I listened closely,
as his forceful lungs exhaled
one final gale to flick the ears
of distant creatures--
a lagging warning to those few:
the remnant of that primeval existence
forced to fade into indifference



A.F.

Last edited by Alister Flik on March 1, 2008, 3:00 am
"I do not think, therefore I am a mustache."
-Sartre *Nausea*
 
Francis Meyrick

"He stood, poised,
curling toward the sky,
and seemed barely restrained,
even by his own will,
from launching in awesome violence
toward the cool blue freedom."

Oh, that is good. And I like the contrast between the "awesome violence" and the "cool blue freedom". I can relate to that one...

"I passed beneath
his fierce shadow,
and was lost to wonder
how a world could move
to nullify his majesty."

There I sense a metaphor that has application to... maybe a lot of things.

"As I pondered"
I have always liked that verb.

"I listened closely,
as his forceful lungs exhaled
one final gale to flick the ears
of distant creatures--
a lagging warning to those few:
the remnant of that primeval existence
forced to fade into indifference"

I like the last line the best. Again, I sense a diffused metaphor.

This is an excellent piece. My style is to maybe drop an extra hint or two as to my direction of thinking. maybe a revealing adjective here, or a semi-explanatory adverb there... but that is just a matter of style. Not a criticism.

I like it the way it is, and your use of language is skilled and cunning.

This is very good.



We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 07:49:43

 
Francis Meyrick


We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 07:50:10

 
storylover

I really like this.

"I listened closely,
as his forceful lungs exhaled
one final gale to flick the ears
of distant creatures--
a lagging warning to those few:
the remnant of that primeval existence
forced to fade into indifference"

One of your best.Applaud


"The longest journey starts with but a single step"
(Old Chinese proverb)
Posted on Sunday, May 25, 2008 at 08:00:49

 
Francis Meyrick

I had to read this again. For some reason I find this a very excellent poem. I think I enjoy your creativity in this one.

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We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Sunday, June 1, 2008 at 11:23:13

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