Moment of Glory
Bela Selendy
Moment of Glory
When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
he snickers at the puny, distant strain
of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
to mortal size, a demigod no more.
Bela
gga...@excite.com
JAS Carter
Selendy <be...@selendy.com> said meaningfully:
>Moment of Glory
>
>
>When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
>fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
>a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
>his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
>Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
>he snickers at the puny, distant strain
>of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
>and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
>In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
>his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
>a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
>its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
> A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
> to mortal size, a demigod no more.
Now that's a sonnet.
I'm not sure about the image in line 1. Fires don't seem to unfurl
(to me).
And L*'s "circling crackle" didn't work for me. I wanted "curling
crackle" and even read it that way the first time.
I love sonnets.
Julie Carter
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Bela Selendy
I couldn't find the word I wanted,
and went with a compromise.
Love "curling crackle". Much better. Thanks!
I thought with all this talk of sonnets lately I'd
take a feeble stab at one of my own.
Thanks for reading, Jailer.
Bela Selendy
Bela
gga...@excite.com wrote:
>
> On Wed, 01 Dec 1999 14:57:06 +0100, Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com>
> wrote:
>
> heh
> you devil
>
> gg
>
> >
> >
> >Moment of Glory
> >
> >
> >When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
> >fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
> >a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
> >his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
> >Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
> >he snickers at the puny, distant strain
> >of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
> >and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
> >In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
> >his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
> >a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
> >its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
> > A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
> > to mortal size, a demigod no more.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >Bela
JAS Carter
Selendy <be...@selendy.com> said meaningfully:
>Right you are, Cuter, furled was forced.
>I couldn't find the word I wanted,
>and went with a compromise.
>
>Love "curling crackle". Much better. Thanks!
*curtsey*
>I thought with all this talk of sonnets lately I'd
>take a feeble stab at one of my own.
>
>Thanks for reading, Jailer.
Of course! Thanks for posting, and not being a weirdo! :)
debi zathan
sincerely,
debi z
Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com> wrote in message
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Tom Woolery
Tom W.
Sean Farragher
<gga...@excite.com> wrote in message
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> On Wed, 01 Dec 1999 14:57:06 +0100, Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com>
> wrote:
>
> heh
> you devil
>
> gg
>
> >
> >
gga...@excite.com
<seanfa...@email.msn.com> wrote:
>WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO POST A POEM OF YOUR OWN
You're so cute when you foam at the mouth.
I've posted a hundred this year.
gg
Carry on your twisted vendetta somewhere else.
This thread has a good poem in it.
Now fuck off back to my killfile like the good little egomaniac that
you are.
aka chelsea corazon
Jon Gill wrote:
>
> a nice bit of magical realism/romantic naturalism if you recut the last
> two lines. also, since we're on sonnets, like haiku they're supposed to
> express a single thought. that this is a single thought is clear, but
> what thought is uncertain. drop the last two, add a line top and a line
> bottom to get there.
>
> ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT
>
> I am drunk as I write this. Sure, it's the poet's traditional state, so
> it shouldn't make any difference, but I thought I ought to warn you.
> Just in case I accidentally say I love you or something.
welcome.
chelsea
Jon Gill
Bela Selendy
I was trying to explain it to myself, really.
Haven't tried writing one of these puppies before.
Bela
debi zathan wrote:
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> Thank you for explaining to me in such fine language what a sonnet is.
>
> sincerely,
>
> debi z
>
> Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com> wrote in message
> news:38452932...@selendy.com...
> >
> >
Bela Selendy
Tom Woolery wrote:
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> Thank you for the well-done sonnet.
>
> Tom W.
>
> Bela Selendy wrote:
>
Bela Selendy
blanket WebTV killfile for a moment, so you
managed to sneak through.
I guess this doesn't really express a thought,
exactly, more a fleeting image, for what it's worth.
I'm hung over as I write this.
I'd type ALERT five times too, but I don't have the energy.
Bela
Panda
Hi Bela,
Wonderful Sonnet
no nits only total enjoyment
thank you
Panda
Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com> wrote in article
<38452932...@selendy.com>...
Bela Selendy
Thanks!
Bela
Randall Wright
Jerry back. Then I got to "spider-blackened" thought this is definately
Jerry-influenced. No?
My only quibble is I wanted to read the following
of frantic tawny herds that, whirling, glide
and, circling, crackle on the sunken plain.
but that may be way too many commas. Also, whirling AND circling (or
curling) seems redundant.
Anyway, enjoyable read.
Randy
In article <38452932...@selendy.com>, Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com>
wrote:
- Moment of Glory
-
-
- When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
- fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
- a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
- his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
- Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
- he snickers at the puny, distant strain
- of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
- and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
- In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
- his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
- a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
- its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
- A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
- to mortal size, a demigod no more.
-
-
-
-
-
- Bela
Bela Selendy
Not consciously Jerry-influenced, anyway.
I haven't read enough of his stuff to
recognize the reference (though I am a
huge Jerry fan, based on the small amount
I have had the pleasure to read).
I had commas initially, but thought I'd
sacrifice grammar for a smoother flow by
leaving them out.
I understand your point about whirling and curling,
but I think they might work anyway - I see it as
objects rotating as they spin in a larger circle,
or something along those lines. I'll take another
look at that part, though.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Bela
House of Chards
Jon Gill wrote:
> ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT
>
> I am drunk as I write this. Sure, it's the poet's traditional state, so
> it shouldn't make any difference, but I thought I ought to warn you.
> Just in case I accidentally say I love you or something.
Sensible guy, decent grasp of humor - you're just the person to answer
the question that's been burning in my mind: does the webtv setup come
with a monthly supply of alcohol, or do most users have to provide that
themselves?
sorry, cheap joke - hey - no need to throw the bottle at me. ;-)
-Lorinda
House of Chards
I'm certain that I'm missing something here, the big pic. Still, it
would sound lovely even if I didn't know a word of English.
-Lorinda
Bela Selendy wrote:
>
> Moment of Glory
>
> When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
> fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
> a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
> his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
> Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
> he snickers at the puny, distant strain
> of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
> and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
> In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
> his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
> a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
> its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
> A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
> to mortal size, a demigod no more.
>
> Bela
JAS Carter
Dth...@webtv.net (Jon Gill) said meaningfully:
>a nice bit of magical realism/romantic naturalism if you recut the last
>two lines. also, since we're on sonnets, like haiku they're supposed to
>express a single thought.
I'm pretty sure I disagree. Sonnets shouldn't wander, perhaps, but
they needn't be limited to a single thought.
Fourteen lines on a single thought? Yipes.
Bela Selendy
so you may not be missing anything after all.
Glad you enjoyed it!
Bela
sophie
that castle dust is good stuff.
lovely lovely.
thank ou.
(thank ou? oh god. time to go to sleep)
>
>
>Moment of Glory
>
>
>When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
>fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
>a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
>his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
>Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
>he snickers at the puny, distant strain
>of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
>and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
>In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
>his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
>a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
>its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
> A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
> to mortal size, a demigod no more.
>
>
>
>
>
>Bela
>
--
sophie
Bela Selendy
ela
Suzanne Baudrilliard Quesssette
thinking of the burning of the grass straw in the Williamette Valley,
when choking clouds outrun the flames in billowing spurts that claw at
the clouds and choke the throat, but that happens in the fall.
Soozie Q.
In article <38452932...@selendy.com>,
Bela Selendy <be...@selendy.com> wrote:
>
>
> Moment of Glory
>
> When winter's blaze unfurls between the trees,
> fans out to lock its fingers with the pines
> a giant wakes; eclipsing boundaries
> his shape is stretched, poured jaggedly in lines.
> Now vaulting splintered deltas with each stride
> he snickers at the puny, distant strain
> of frantic tawny herds that whirling glide
> and circling crackle on the sunken plain.
> In silhouette, a demigod prevails:
> his wave blots dwellings, madly slaking fire,
> a shadow's shroud; that mighty boulder quails,
> its bright face spider-blackened by his ire.
> A sudden gust, and cloaking clouds restore
> to mortal size, a demigod no more.
>
> Bela
>
>
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