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devohoneybee at 02:20pm on 08/05/2011
devohoneybee at 02:20pm on 08/05/2011to the prompts: Methos, Spring
Methos envies the Spring
for the artless grace with which
the tiny green leaf unfurls,
for the cleansing of the rains,
for the nuanced gradation of light
into something tender and delicate.
His rebirth is a more cruel proposition.
Life skewers him like a spear,
piths him on the spike
of awakening. Rends him with its enlivening,
until he is weary and dissolute.
Still, he'll take it.
Every time.
Methos envies the Spring
for the artless grace with which
the tiny green leaf unfurls,
for the cleansing of the rains,
for the nuanced gradation of light
into something tender and delicate.
His rebirth is a more cruel proposition.
Life skewers him like a spear,
piths him on the spike
of awakening. Rends him with its enlivening,
until he is weary and dissolute.
Still, he'll take it.
Every time.
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I need more Methos icons. anyone ever do a Methos mood theme? (and thanks, glad you like it.) :)
Poetry - Every Kind of Spring
(Posted here)
Every Kind of Spring
One story says that life
Springs up, sourceless
Like water pushing up
From under stone
Distilled by fire reaching for the air
One story says that life
By god ticks down
A cosmic watch-spring wound
To finite end
Meticulously planned and set to run
One story says that life
Is also Death
Buds bursting forth in spring
To dying fall
As winter seeds await reviving warmth
One story says that life
Springs from the spin
Of arsmetric forces
Dancing 'round
The sun in complex figures, space and time
But Methos knows that life
Is all these things
And none: myth true as math
Renewing still
Conceived in love, as every kind of spring