a poem I wrote
 

When sight betrays you.
When what you hear is not under control.
What fights the madness?
Lying prone in the bedroom
I do not know
Yet I fight on.

The problem stems from the maddening beauty in the world.
To understand all one must do is look to the heavens.
With careless art God paints a spectacle,
And I shake when it touches my heart.
This beauty urges me to live.

Yet my heart
That loves and hurts
Runs amok
The images too powerful -
Out of control.

So I lie in my bedroom – fighting
Wishing the world was less bright,
Less noisy
Sane and cold.

sucks


show, don't tell.


sorry

There is alot of wonderful ideas in those passages. Perhaps more prose than poem. Thank you for sharing it.

Probably not the original rogue@cellar.org, after all.

ah, well. I see.

Translation, Rogue Winter was one of the original Cellar users, a kind-hearted and quite intelligent soul. Anyone who knew the "original" RW was probably thinking this one might be the same, but it is not... no disrespect.

no disrespect
 

I remember Rogue Winter from the days when the Cellar ran on an
Unix platform. I thought the name was really cool and used it.
No disrespect to the original.

Interesting. Who were you then?

Yeah, I didn't intend to disparage...was just hoping she'd returned.

A quick Google reveals where rogue[0] is and what she's up to...busy grrl she is too.

rw, you can disregard that private message I sent. :-)