Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Pieces of Eight

Hello true believers, how goes the fight? I recently found this little blurb on another site I visit frequently and found myself inspired to pen a little verse (imagine that). I would be very interested to read some other takes on this and invite anyone so inclined to pen something of their own and post it to their blog or here in comments or even Email it to me and I will link back or post it here accordingly. Take care :^D

from Nietzsche's Human, All Too Human:

"Joy in age. The thinker or artist whose better self has fled into his works feels an almost malicious joy when he sees his body and spirit slowly broken into and destroyed by time; it is as if he were in a corner, watching a thief at work on his safe, all the while knowing that it is empty and that all his treasures have been rescued."


Within this chest I know I’ve stored
some sundry bits of detritus
but every now and then my hoard
divulges gems of veritas
and each time I dig deeper yet
aware that someday very soon
I’ll pay off my remaining debt
with one last shiny bright doubloon.


From Shirley over at Housemouse:

There’s a place I go, within myself
When I am all alone
And there I find a treasure shelf
Of things I call my own
Gems that go unheard, unseen
Unless I make them known.

And when my being fails to be
This cache of words will speak of me.

Thanks Shirley, very nice!! 8^D

1 comment:

HouseMouse said...

There’s a place I go, within myself
When I am all alone
And there I find a treasure shelf
Of things I call my own
Gems that go unheard, unseen
Unless I make them known.

And when my being fails to be
This cache of words will speak of me.