Jan 19, 2006 22:58
Song of the Powers
Mine, said the stone,
mine is the hour.
I crush the scissors,
such is my power.
stronger than wishes,
my power, alone.
Mine, said the paper,
mine are the words
that smother the stone
with imagined birds,
reams of them, flown
from the mind of the shaper.
Mine, said the scissors,
mine all the knives
gashing through paper’s
ethereal lives;
nothing’s so proper
as tattering wishes.
As stone crushes scissors,
as paper snuffs stone
and scissors cut paper,
all end alone.
So heap up your paper
and scissors your wishes
and uproot the stone
from the top of the hill.
They all end alone.
As you will, you will.
David Mason
That is a neato poem. I really like it...
I don't know what to do or say... I'm just bored... and listening to sad and sullen music isn't helping much... lol =) Well, I guess I'll go to sleep. Goodnight all.
-Larael