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[ ID ]

14/2/21

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36496756/#36558077

 

To hers, a mare in fields of marigold

Ascent a voice of innocence, fair so

Through purity allures the pining soul

And ecstasies for dreams bygone yet close

 

Alive and free, a breeze: so soft, aloft

Still clouds, beneath the sun, by bonny banks

Her clear and vernal eloquence airs lost

Delights so freshly sweet and plain of taint

 

But now are blissful idylls left and gone

‘Twixt concrete walls and idle halls of noise

While far away she calls in plangent song

Each wish to sing with her those simpler joys

 

And she, whose eyes of gold and hooves of daint

May long, I dream, be cantering my way

 

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[ Belle Danse ]

25/10/21

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37696277/#q37732499

 

{ Though she may bounce her highest in spring and summer, Lyra's autumn self underscores the best of her beauty, as right along with the glories of the season do her softer shades shine through. To that pretty mountain mare, the cold was never anything to fear; it's a time to catch up, leaving both the space and the perspective to breathe. The collecting flourishes of new color offers reflection for the extemporaneous within her, as though it were a celebration of every forgotten hue in life, each fleeting moment with the breeze and sights so distinctly warm. }

 

To her summer spirit we bid adieu; see

Autumn dress herself, adorning new

Hues - august but still,

A vibrant glow against milieu

Amidst the cold.

 

Watch her with each dance:

To airs, on winds

Which carry the fragrance of earth

And a touch of her poise.

 

Hearken to her song:

A sound with sweetness

Only by softer mirth

To soothe the ends of her sylvan hearth.

 

It is how she rises, fit to round

Stones smoothing the sharpest

Of regards,

Or how she roams,

Singing the trees to slumber, gently coaxing

Colorful boughs bringing

New beginnings;

 

It is this which wills the soul enchanted.

 

For 'twixt chords of light, the leaves fall,

Stirred by her silken breath of life.

And though some may still sink

With a dip and a swing,

And others may soar bewitched

With the breeze,

She entertains them all.

 

Indeed, autumn has her ways:

How her sun outlasts

The coming decay,

And springs beyond

What others might say

Begs the end.

 

Or how she takes that tempered prance:

Humility before long

The shadows cast,

Yet a memento for a cobbled

Past, a second chance -

A garland for today.

 

And as we lie

Here, I am one

With the fallen, safe

In her embrace.

For no matter what

Change comes our way, she'll stay.

Just the same, a loving face

Mothers me as I pray.

 

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[ Plumeria ]

14/2/22

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38198899/#38214440 (OP)

 

{ It's a new day. }

 

by the plumeria tree, you came to see

me, canvas gold

white and green, erasing

yesterday's confessions

 

you forgot naught

of the rusted word, each worn

like a garland of tulips

wilted

cold, sullen

death in earnest

 

remembering a day

when each song shone

warm, tones like Her

rays upon a

complexion ‎‎so simple

and young ‎at heart,

the brightest of which

taught me to heal

my own

 

i know you loved them so

as they were to you

as sweet as my embrace

‎as soft as any first feeling

when i said to you

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“i won't let go;

‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not this time”

 

promising

that the notes would once again

fly

off the page with purpose,

with grace,

like the story once

carried by that same spring breeze

which brings us back

To where we began.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/hmvlp3.pdf

 

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[ Freesia ]

20/3/22

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38338497#38354387 (OP)

 

{ Can't we just enjoy this moment together? }

 

the freesia slumps by the sill

amidst clay walls, alone

i caress it, i cherish it

 

as the candlelight fades

to the soft sounds of spring rain

and i find myself

alone

not with notes on the scroll,

but with the words to a song

we once sung

together

 

beneath the covers

of circles, moons, and stars

dancing

through the streets, pure

as the scent of sweet lavender, oh —

i still remember the flowers we gave

one another,

and the dew ripe upon their petals

sparkling

just as our life

back then

 

i could still see

the twinkle in your eyes,

a shine

upon the mountain as we stood,

played, and laughed

together,

instruments to an ensemble

without a lead in lasting

minuet, no —

a reverie it was,

our colors congealing

in harmony

as the days melted away

 

and i could never forget

how it felt

to be cradled,

to be held in your forelimbs

beneath the covers

of youth; after all,

we were but innocent

hearts — lemon gold

magic upon the harp strings

bursting forth

like florets in the wind

before time swept us up

to where we are

and now

 

alone

i gaze about the dulling

pages in my room, scattered

like raisins in the sun,

the dim grade black and white

nearly concealing the visage

of a mother’s gift: each key

a different color, parts for the

whole we once were —

is this not why my tears

flow? or has longing

taken my grace?

 

we used to sing

of time spent together

forever,

yet here i stand now

gently grasping at decaying

verdancy,

the petals lapsing

softly beneath my hooves

 

i know the flowers were real,

and i miss them

more than music itself

… i think

i’ll see them again soon

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/ms7ra2.pdf

 

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[ Lodestar ]

11/4/22 (x/3/2021)

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38338497#38454000

 

{ ... I’ve walked a long way, leaving the superficiality of urban comfort and confirmation in practical means behind. I’ve stopped thinking so hard or worrying about what's ahead, content in the knowledge that a lodestar stays with me. After all, life’s greatest experiences are never marked by a trail, and ever unbound by time ... }

 

The sunken sun dissipates

Over the horizon, while I

Upon a lonely hill on high

And in lucid darkness, might gaze

Above, where the earth meets the sky

 

I would linger upon your stars

And wish I could be your brightest

To dream with she whose fairness

Has kept me afloat - yours a charm

Unmatched - in a world of noise

 

That distant lodestar known by few

How I long to give thanks to you

Ravishing, yet often unseen

Though not unheard, void memory

To requite, unsung melody

 

In canon, once, though no reply

With verse of lyric argentine

Then still pine your dearest calling

To yours this aria I sing

My sweetest serendipity

 

For vagabond I would remain

If not for you and yours, maybe

Over the hills and far away

Sometime, my love, together we

Might meet again another day

 

And as night melts to earthly break

Of day, for like the passing breeze

Are clouds of thought foregone and late

Which sands of time, those stars of space

Become but a rapture, awake

 

I hope to stay, that I might see

A songbird sing soft of fancy

Over leaves of mint and parsley

To cherish these flowers bequeathed

And then ask, “Can you still hear me?”

 

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[ Aquamarine ]

20/7/22

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38854580/#38861647

 

{ ... it is only after the rains that the flowers may bloom. }

 

~ Sanctuary ~

 

I still dream I trod the hollows

Of idylls thought lost, and follow

Her hoofprints so tender and slow

Through her garden, where splendors grow.

 

Someday I’ll walk there beside that mare

With flowers’ fragrance on gentle air

And music sweet that by slumber bares;

Such beauty she gives to ease life’s cares!

 

~ Aquamarine ~

 

That clear and gentle stream

Reflects aquamarine,

Where leaden shadows ours, unseen,

Sink below silhouettes of flight and glee.

 

Across the pasture, the grass beneath

Buckles by the rhythmic bounds of twos and threes

While the petals of posies part prancing hooves, carefree

And skipping with that signature spring

Which so endues her gait.

 

And yours is a dance with her, living free

From thought, from heed,

With the chance to at last breathe.

 

But such dreams are not meant to be,

 

For as time seems to slow, the sky and sun bode

Cascades of glints and gleams, tinting

Droplets many: tender they seem,

Yet which pittering and pattering

Upon the conscience like sleet

So makes you think

 

Of how compelled you might be, to flee

The open air for a blanket above in green,

To the shadows beneath, where the rain leaves

But a soft touch, a gentle stream.

 

And yet, she endures to stay, to keep

Dancing unfazed through the fray.

And there you see the clouds seem to give way

Just for her, if only for her rays

Of sunshine amidst the falling rain.

 

While rivulets, like tears, run coarsely down her mane

And across her face, with a brightly grace

Her smile remains, untouched by doubt - no trace.

Akin to flowers, in nature’s embrace,

She springs through the showers in step, in pace.

 

Though tempting it is to seek someplace safer,

Fearless through the rain is how she capers.

She beckons you back with a hoof outstretched.

What shame is there in getting wet?

 

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[ Larkspur ]

8/8/22

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38854580/#38932631 (OP)

 

{ Together, an adventure at our whims… }

 

wild, the larkspur intones

gold of a daisy gaiety

upon the tails of midsummer

winds, eager for today's treasure

and a next thrill

 

see, when from fast and loose

forward she soars, searching

the old growth sober through

fields far-flung and

sown, afresh, the world feels

its young again

 

watch, now how they wake: on

dewy curls with welcome,

their scent and color cast

wide for the sunbird’s flight,

who drifts beneath a breathing sky

as the lea shines

light with her step

 

hark, how the branches sing

their rounds, tracing a melody

which weaves and bounds about

a wood blessed by her bracing touch;

to catch a glimpse is bliss enough,

resound of it

to learn to love

 

life, on high and below,

rosy still as giving grace meets

its given end, when in

time she takes to rest, soft

upon a bed of dear

friends and posies

 

rest, even with kisses latent

like mint blossoms: a fawn over

the little leaf, a wash of sun

cleaves the forest curtain;

 

would it not be remiss

to forget these gifts

on your journeys?

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/h771xk.pdf

 

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[ Hyacinth ]

19/9/22

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38952904/#39073172 (OP)

 

{ To be young again with you… }

 

adored hyacinth,

i wonder if we've met

before, in a time and place

just as shining?

 

old neighbors mine,

they think not of destiny

greater than the self

 

i should know — i count them

as they pass,

 

some early, others late,

certain heads peering

over the wild before

in distant inward

 

looking, they claim

sight without seeing,

deaf to the crescive

wind; from petals to dust

 

to dewdrops

deep with longing — it was

a short sight of elysium

reflecting in their gaze

 

yet in you,

i recognize no such fear

and no such wish,

but another allure:

 

a familiar foalish innocence,

opening eyes, spilling secrets,

a scamper and a stumble

to part our hearts and being

 

oh, for brisk as you stand

in these humble fields,

i am but swayed

still to greet

 

a fragrance so

churning of the

heart dainty

as she seasons the air,

 

a feeling

warmer than the sun

as it marries lush valleys

gold and green, yet

deeper than the sounds

of a living earth

 

my, what delight!

the love of my life, lost

and young again —

were there more like you?

 

to tend this thought forgotten

sense, mothered by perfection

in the clearest of mornings,

with each day a discovery

in pristine waking

to a scent and kiss familiar

 

you held and heard me then,

returned my voice;

to yours —

 

living, breathing

beauty

 

a touch which stung

to relive at first,

yet hurt so much more

to let go of

 

yes, my love…

i remember how you waited

for me then, as i was

your spring, and

You were a summer.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/jy0fmn.pdf

 

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[ anthesis ]

1/1/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39922929/#39944231

 

wild and sprung

anew —

you said you would talk to them

if only you could find

a voice

 

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[ marcescence ]

14/2/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39922929/#39963834

 

half-awaken, still

fears retreating

prints through the dirt

 

a crumpling sea

leaves my frailty lay

clinging on, the fronds speak

of an early spring

 

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[ bridge ]

21/3/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40173300/#40230703

 

homesick eden,

planting memories

once inert

ours —

oh, how i miss it all

 

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[ after the rainfall ]

13/5/23 (13/6/22)

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39922929/#39924408

 

{ we learned to love }

 

trot with me

through the garden we made

 

tread lightly, for we walk

after the rainfall; a time both

to break and to heal

 

they say the flower cannot

languish, but i know better

 

tell me,

that day,

could you see her tears?

 

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[ solstice ]

21/6/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39998888/#40048095

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/mi2zso.pdf

 

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[ native understory ]

30/7/23 (5/6/22)

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40173300/#40177459

 

{ we found our place }

 

hush now,

i was once like you:

 

seedling, struggling for

light

weakly flickered

 

through a blind curtain

entangled in another

shadow

 

afraid of the self

“am i lesser

for it?”

suddenly feeling

 

a hoof in the spring,

rivulet strokes,

and a path forged

through discontinuous brush

 

my love,

i won't shame you

for not standing as tall

 

for that which they call earth

is your own story.

 

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[ Magnolia ]

23/9/23 (11/10/22)

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40173300/#40343546 (OP)

 

{ Let’s count our blessings in the here and now. }

 

a magnolia came to me

off the trail in the old amber

bower, a different beauty

with years under mine

and peaces unclaimed

 

she sat aside, humbly

insistent that she was

another flower in the brush

and not of the trees

 

befitting, i once thought

of my own: honey, sweet

proboscis days, silvery

tongues speaking nights

of candlefly dressage

standing fair; a lady

mustn't gloat, i know,

but must she settle for less?

 

so before me was this

spirit unheard of her kind:

to save fruit for the rootless

wood beneath, in recess spent

atop the bench, crownless

adorned for her suitors

by soft evening glow

 

and i could not deny

her budding plea,

trotting through her garden

to find myself

 

obliging, that i would not be

mere marble hemline

to my little gown of native grace:

evergreen pleats satin

catching beauty in every breeze,

 

unwavering color aflutter

coats and scarves, bolder

leaves wishing descendent

where everything is new

In spite of time.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/0gvnz1.pdf

 

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[ Gardenia ]

13/12/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40587596/#40631747 (OP)

 

{ an imperfect confidence of feelings. }

 

dearest gardenia,

i’ve been lost again;

falling, falling

down a windswept path

 

she has her eyes in the leaves

and a heart in the grains

keeping my fireflies in a jar

on a bench, existing somewhere

 

you know these things:

she once took after you

as a foal by the reeds

 

me? i couldn’t bring myself to

knock twice,

for who am I to ask such sweetness

of sweetness herself?

 

still you say in every life

there’s a moment—

 

a tremor of spring,

blankets of lichen air

 

a hoof to my lips

gently singing—

 

then you ask what I remember,

i think it more than a dream:

 

the river curling around the stone,

entreating whispers

(perfectly you)

 

willow, strands of white;

blushes of mahogany

Kindling the hearth.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/6vlwk8.pdf

 

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[ butterflies ]

24/12/23

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40587596/#40669938

 

{ when i first held you }

 

an angel fell from the sky,

drifting sweetly like morning mist

upon fertile airs.

she gazed at me,

with glistening rays bursting through

clouds of my unlikeness.

she was the color of life,

the color of foalhood.

she was my lover’s rose,

she was fields of sunflowers spry,

the flourishing cliffs and valleys we trot,

the lonely mountain lake where we shared

our first embrace. she was the color

kissing the sky, crowning the soil

with its jewels through my pain;

she was the bluebird’s song which lay me to rest,

close by your side as spring’s first breath

warmed my soul.

she was the butterfly in my chest,

the skip of a beat,

the little things i grew to love

after the rainfall

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/h5uh9q.pdf

 

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[ Moonflower ]

27/1/24

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40587596/#40773967 (OP)

 

{ Through nights and winters however strong, }

 

moonflower,

not once further;

 

i heard your cries

amidst the deadfall,

alone, drenched

ashes of straw:

 

plunged in darkness, how

could one find a path

of righteous accord?

 

there were no flowers then,

only time, enduring

as the rising sun

over frozen tears,

longing for spring

 

and you had grown

distant, like a palace

garden; your foundation

awash in vagrant irises

forsaken by twilight—

 

permanence,

is this what you believe in?

 

is it not enough to know

that you are everything

as i was everything?

 

you wish to be loved

as you were made to be,

 

yet in our world,

something is always lost:

 

always we, always

identity—

 

merely trusting

there is no better immortality

between the tempest

and the soft heart

at its center

 

so please, be strong,

until the clouds give way

and the shivers subside

and birds are still

 

for i am here,

tearfully persisting—

 

a scent of death

Close at dawn.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/feqaug.pdf

 

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[ Zinnia ]

6/2/24

 

Post: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40587596/#40800780 (OP)

 

{ For days gone by, and forever more. }

 

i remember

many a moon

ago, when the tides

ebbed and flowed, carrying

you to me

 

your eyes glistened like dew

upon daffodils, wild and sprung

anew — you said

you would talk to them,

if only you could find

a voice

 

hidden within

those sweet, silver

harmonies, resonating

with a passion which rouses

color out of oblivion, with

a love

which turns tears

into butterflies

 

i watched you grow;

from the stone,

a great fountain, blossoming

as your soul,

as your song

 

and on these nights, when i gaze

at the stars, for

all of her beauty, i still find you

dancing among them.

you are

there, you have always

been there, and i love you

 

i love you

in your moment

and outside,

far from home

and in my embrace,

floating

aloft bar and rest, catching the

space between notes like

rain splitting ashes beyond

the hearth; warmest of all

this, you called

music,

 

And it is beautiful.

 

Formatted: https://files.catbox.moe/fgsvia.pdf