storyteller

you write legends like oedipus the king,
curling imagery, cigarette smoke
in between parchment lines of
long tales of royalty and folk.

rather be blind and borrow
eyes than be possessed by greed.

and you would gladly throw

pearls and diamonds and rubies.

they, shining like a knight's armor,

move up and up into the hungry sky,

who lets the cloud swallow up

the worthless jewels that fly by.

for you, the sky's sun melts
the lonely wind, so that it
may see the stories spinning
from your lonely little lips
for you, the moon hides
behind the whispered prayer
so that it may over hear
the words you long to sing.

and in the dim and dirty sea,
the urchin waits patiently for thee
to flow towards the waves like silk
upon a maiden's graceful back.
these myths like jewels upon your crown
carefully adorned like the most
precious of all known wealths
when all other wealth does drown.

but you, such giving you,
you place these stories on your skin
and let the earth bury you in,
you turn into water, fire, air,
the ground beneath and over there,

feel the cling of rocks and clay

form the curves of your bones, may

grass so green grow into your eyes

and flowers spout from your lips.

and soon all the tales you tell,
are free for all in the form of
a most perfect wishing well.

Reviews

[Aedelmaer]

so amazing! I love the imagery, it's so vivid, vibrant, colorful.
everytime I read it something new pops out at me, but I love the last part the best, especially the part: 'you place these stories on your skin and let the earth bury you in, you turn into water, fire air, the ground beneath and over there...'
And it's so lovely to read out loud, it flows so well!

[Ria Benthil]

Wondrous and imaginative! The words of our storyteller breathes life back into all writers; reviving inspiration. Its message is vividly painted upon the canvas which would otherwise be explained in a single sentence without justice. The following lines is the most appealing:

"from your lonely little lips
for you, the moon hides
behind the whispered prayer
so that it may over hear..."

Most writers and artist are composed of the imaginarium; an engaging narrative. The imaginarium is often unheard or silenced or wasted. I am certain that most writers feel their creations are muted, and therefore, it practically erodes the core purpose.

Every detail, every color stands independently. It marks the process of the story teller, indeed. The imagery and flow of the rhyme scheme heightens our senses. The poem teaches us that when we hear our fellow tale we should listen to its message. Most reviewers will read the material, but fail to grasp its message; those who listen with half of their ear.

Do not fret, my dear poet. I can hear you.

Ayra Vero Luccan

[Sweet Emotions]

I love the way you've incorporated nature into this. It's a very nice poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description and story in your poem. Some people are filled with story and information. I like to listen to a person of knowledge. Can entertain people with good tales and stories. I like the way you use the language. The language is strong making the poem a pleasure to read. Thank you for this amazing poem.
Coyote

[Helpless]

the second stanza is incredible

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This is so wonderful. I really enjoyed the descriptiveness.
So nicely written.