So we'll go no more a-roving By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

This is another of my favorite poems, although if truth be told, I didn't know it was a poem until many years after I first heard it in a song sung by Joan Baez. This was several decades back when I was a kid, but oh, how I loved this song and I was quite surprised to find it was a poem by the infamous Lord Byron! Perhaps if you take a listen you will like it just as much as a song as the poem itself.

So we'll go no more a-roving By Lord Byron  (George Gordon)

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright

For the sword outwears the sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself must rest

Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon 

Inspiration for An Ever Fixed Mark

I thought I'd post the poem which inspired the name of my Novel, An Ever Fixed Mark. If you like Jane Austin novels or have seen the film Sense and Sensibility, you will have heard it recited by Maryanne Dashwood and John Willoby.

It's one of my favorites, but I can only recite by memory half of it.

Late Lament by Drummer Graeme Edge

Because it's my birthday, I thought I'd post this, one of my favorite poems which probably isn't even considered to be a poem by most as it is found in an ancient Moody Blues song.

Late Lament by Graeme Edge (Moody Blues Drummer)
 (On the album it is read by keyboardist Mike Pinder)

Breath deep, the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb That rules the night
Removes the colors From our sight
Red is gray and Yellow white
But we decide Which is right
And Which is an Illusion

Destiny Ch3: Cottage by the sea

            Zeth came into the cottage by the sea with the two mismatched bags and looked around for Zuzu. He imagined she would want her things in one of the bedrooms so he headed that way. The larger of the two would suit her well, he thought, the other for the baby…whenever she got here.

            He idly wondered how far along Zuzu was and when the baby was due when she burst out of the bathroom on the left and nearly ran into him.

            “Sorry,” she said, smiling so brightly it was infectious. “That is the most beautiful bathroom I’ve ever seen. And there’s towels already in there. Do I get to use them?”

            He smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded. “Everything here is for your use. The linen closet is fully stocked and there is a washer and dryer next to the pantry.”

Destiny: Ch2 Slow it down

          Zeth realized too late he had to slow it down. Not that he wanted to, but really, he knew nothing about Zuzu and yet here he was kissing her after knowing her less than an hour, taking her home with him and even imagining her unborn child calling him Daddy.

          “Get a grip!” his inner voice shouted.

          Zeth knew he should heed this voice. He had ignored it before, many times and the last time…well, let’s just say, he so wished now that he had listened then.

Destiny: ch1 Ship at Sea

She stood immobile at the railing staring out to sea, her flowing gown of Spanish lace waving about her, violently mimicking the white caps across the sound. Her blood-red cape flapped noisily around her and her long dark hair streamed behind, pulled unmercifully by the fierce zephyr. The ship’s progress was slow as it pushed on through the rough waters. Would it even make it to shore or would they all be dashed upon the rocks? Would they be killed instantly or thrown into the chilling water to die in numbing abyss? 

Though the stormy sea made the ship toss about like a cork, she stood as sure-footed as a weathered sea captain, as resolutely unmoving as a statue and as tragic as a heroine, devoted and faithful, waiting in vain for a sign of her lover’s return, the man who would never come back to her. The sea had surely swallowed him up and refused to release him.

Death of a friend, part 3

“Hi, daddy!” she said brightly.

Mac turned his head and grinned. “My jewel...gimme sugar,” he said holding out a shaky hand.

She ignored the hand and took his face into her small hands. She bent over and kissed every inch of his face until he laughed with sheer joy. “I got loads of  stories to tell you, Daddy. Wanna hear them?”she said lifting his boney hand to her cheek and pressing it there.

“Okay, but first...” he glanced up at Payton who shook his head to indicate he had not said a thing. “I gotta tell you something, Honey. You’re gonna be staying with Uncle Payton from now on. He...”

She turned to Payton and smiled. “Oh, that will be wonderful! I’ll take good care of him, Daddy. You’ll see.  I can cook and clean for him, do the laundry and we’ll work together at the shop caring for the animals....and I can tell him stories just like I do for you.”