The Pan-man

It's personal, and I'm sure it's confusing. That's all I can really say, I guess.

What do you think-

When you hear, "Pan-man?"

Is it - pots?

Maybe cooking implements?

                    -how 'bout-

Brass knobs on cupboards,

possibly pans?

Can-we-see drawers, too?

Well no.  What you should think                   

 

                    -instead-

 

Follows Golden Hearts' Keep, staring

Full past the brim, swirling - stormy fires.

Diamond Isle flows away with you

 

Thoth stops - uses red ink to record, before we say

 

                    -"I love you."-

 

Heaven dons her loveliest gown.

Of Fates' design; glass touch, and interlocking sounds

Carries these-thoughts, and your eyes

Through the Moon's divine, sparkling

 

                    -faintly hued-

 

sea; Time remarks:

"Your love is who you are.

An open space, among boundless skies;

wildly soaring, and without  - me."

 

her voice breaks - she resumes roving

Smile wanders on; a single tear drops,

Along a now once-trodden path.

A single tear drop; Now dampens eternity.

 

The Pan-man is not a person, or a thing, but a place.

Can you feel-? can you see-? can you...?

Think you can find it?

Author's Note

I'm debating on whether or not to keep the last two stanzas. That's about it, I guess.

I started the first part because of a minor annoyance stemming from a common misconception. It wasn't meant to be serious, but as I kept writing, I decided to keep it, as I think perhaps it's important. Plus it looks absurd next to the rest of the poem.

Reviews

[Queen of wands]

I like this in its entirety because the beginning thought introduces the concept well while the rest of the piece expresses the purpose for introducung it. I personally, recieved it well, I believe others can benefit from it as a whole as it is a subject where it is time well spent for reasons evident as portrayed by the authors expression, especially, in the second to last stanza. Excellent piece on Pan.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

lol, just kidding. This was great. I love the way you use your words. You have great talent.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Why should I think that? Here's what I think, since you asked, when I hear Pan-man:
The faerie lords and fauns dance in my dreams at night
Bearded satyrs sing their songs in drunken deft delight
The lute and flutes; the pipes are playing ancient lilting tunes
Drumming dancing bodies swaying beneath a yellow moon
Nymphs and dryads twirling; swirling green and purple silk
While one like Pan is handing me a wooden bowl of milk
Drink dear prince and let your lips the forest song remember
The wine of auld lang syne's desire; the fire from 'neath the embers
The flames are rushing upwards; the sparks are forming stars
Meanwhile he taps a hoof and smiles and strums his strange guitar
I drink the milk from the goat god's ilk and find it tastes like wine
Then I am singing, the earth is ringing songs natural and divine
My feet are kicking and I am licking ambrosia from my beard
Dancing the night with all my might here in the forest clearing
I long to ask if put to task these new songs that I have heard
Shall I wake or not? Will they be forgot? Can I recall the words?
But I am caught. They know my thoughts. Fear not these silly things
These dreams are because you are one of us; merely a mortal changeling
The morning comes. I still hear drums and all the dryads playing
When I waken there's no mistaking the words the songs are saying
Prophet, poet, prince of fields and all the woodland creatures
Find your delight in dreams at night and in the arms of nature
The song, the dance; the sweet romance wherein your heart enthralled
Is there within your mortal's share and quite a lovely bacchanal

[deeps]

Hmm! This is defintely intersting indeed!
I like it though, makes me think
Very wel written too. I like this

[Sean M. Addams]

very intersting piece... like the imagery in this alot.. overall very nicely done.. i really enjoyed this one!!

[Butterflymom]

Wonderful!