#quatrain

[aylen-san]

Fingolfin stood alone against the walls of Morgoth,

His sword blazing like the light of the sun,

And though he gave his life in battle..,

The enemy remembered him for a thousand years.

[evangel108]

dreamsong

4th page of The Wandering Wayfinder, dreamsong (excerpt):

The night is deep, the stars are still The waters too has fallen asleep Beneath this dark and moonless sky Nestle down and hear my lullaby

This poem was originally written for a play-by-post roleplay, or roleplay forum (RPF), that I used to be a part of. One of my characters I play is a bard, and this was meant to be a spell/song for inducing sleep.

Both the title of this piece, as well as the overall mood of the words, were heavily inspired by Secret Garden's song, "Sleepsong", which I consider the best lullaby songs ever.

In fact, "Sleepsong", along many other indie composers such as Thomas J. Curran (FanTaisia Ambience), Joshua Messick, candy_wind, Neal K, Tido Kang, July, October, etc., had become a great sanctuary for me to go to and relax in, when I'm in my despondent moods.

It was during this period of being in the troughs that I realise the delight of discovering new musical instruments, such as the hammered dulcimer, harpejji, bandura, hurdy-gurdy, nyckleharp, guzheng, erhu, kora, cifteli, duduk, panpipe, crystal harp... (even if I don't intend to ever play them), and also how important it is to have these wonderful form of art available to us.

I suppose this following quote by C.S. Lewis rings even more true now:

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” 

[peachflowermoon]

On Stone Cairn Lake

Elune shines her light over Stone Cairn Lake, While moss grows heavy on the ancient rocks. Seldom a passerby pays respects now: Nothing but an old knight, standing wine drunk.

[corvid-cabaret]

so i got a little angry (spill your guts out)

~

when you start spilling

your own heart out

you lay out your guts

for everyone to see.

my organs on display,

it's so fucking gory.

but isn't it beautiful

to see all the glory?

a little flower

sat at my window,

and i burned it

because it was ugly.

a concord so sweet

i puked it out

onto the street

where it belonged.

i sat at the top,

and yet where i stand

is the lowest of lows,

self-respect abandoned.

[salvatoreren]

sharing with you guys the poem i made for my character monologue and my character was daenerys targaryen 🫶🫶🫶

Silver hair adorned with amethyst eyes.

I am free for any man to take as prize.

Princess, It seems I am no longer.

All that is now, a mad man's daughter

I am nothing like my father who was called rotten.

I am my mother come again who is forgotten.

Where I come from, a rich dynasty of crown wearers.

My brother and I, fragments of our forebearers.

I leave the red door of my past.

Where the rest of my girlhood lasts.

I shall never sit under the lemon tree

Where I wonder, shall I finally be free?

Thrice I have been jeopardized.

I am beaten down to the ground.

Each one, I have paid the price.

My head, never to be crowned.

But see that I too am made from fire.

I come forth from the thunderstorm.

Since I've remain unburnt from the pyre.

My house of dragon shall be restored

[viragfold]

2nd International Biennal of Miniature Art-Graphics and Drawings-Bitola 2025 IBMB

[philgennuso]

Winter Dawn #Nature #GraphicArts #Quatrain

By Phil Gennuso Arts Mist filled winter dawn,the melting earthyields its fragrant mysteriesinto the morning air.

[domlarkin]

Haunted House

There's a haunted house at the bottom of my street.

It always abounds with ghostly moans and groans deep

Into the night. I avoid it on Halloween

As I fear for my safety. O nightmares steal dreams!

[inkedbykhushi]

I glanced at old photos, nostalgia filled the air,

Smiling, memories beyond mere moments we share,

Deeper than history, our bond played its part,

Your presence, forever etched, tattooed in my heart.

[creatediana]

Have faith in all things—sans cette mélodie il n'y a pas la vie; and I am lifeless from a malady known as ennui.

A quatrain written 8/28/2024

[aylen-san]

Earendil ascended the Star Path,

He shone his heavenly light upon the earth,

Carrying the Silmaril, the eternal essence,

Saving the world, drowning in the stars.

[stardust-stains]

You are the Rosalind,

To my Romeo.

You don't love me back;

You survive the play though.

[peachflowermoon]

Song from Azuremyst

Purple mist pervades the heavens, Winds gently whisper through the pines. As the tides roll between my toes, I think I hear the Naarus chimes.

[shayaranasafar]

Quatrain | English Poetry Silent 😶 © Aks Akshita Aks

[tricksterontheweb]

Soul in Bondage. Elihu Vedder. oil painting. 1891-1892

"In this brooding Symbolist subject titled Soul in Bondage, the American expatriate Elihu Vedder brought together his key interests in idealized human form, abstracted design, and the themes of internal spiritual conflict. Profoundly inspired by the writer Edward Fitzgerald's translation of mystical Persian verse in the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (Vedder illustrated a lush 1884 edition), he created numerous subjects representing the individual bound by the dilemma of choice between good and evil symbolized here by the butterfly and the serpent. Behind the figure Vedder employed his signature "double swirl," a motif he had used repeatedly in the Rubáiyát illustrations to suggest the forces that converge and then disperse around the brief point that constitutes an individual human life."

Brooklyn Museum

Authors Note: The environment of the figure makes them look huge, sitting atop rolling hills that exist in a realm in the sky, further illustrated by the lines emanating from the loop surrounding the figure, receding into the distance in a spiral, further suggesting the infinity. The figure is also holding a butterfly and a snake...

This Persian to English selection of quatrains (rubāʿiyāt) are attributed to Ghiyāth al-Dīn Abū al-Fatḥ ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīsābūrī a.k.a Omar Khayyam (1048–1131), dubbed "the Astronomer-Poet of Persia".

[philgennuso]

Andy's Light Bulbs Revisited #Quatrain #GraphicArts #PopArt #BriefTakes

Phil Gennuso Arts Andy’s light bulbsfrom so long agostill linger and illuminateour everyday lives. ************************************************ When Pop Art broke on the scene in the Sixties, everyone was both baffled and amused. Brillo Boxes, Coke Bottles, Light Bulbs, everyday objects the new subject of art. This definitely was not Michaelangelo, or Renoir, or even Picasso!  So what…