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  • #11246
    Alexander Valdes
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    Hello! I’m posting this as a test on how active this community is. I’m currently enrolled in the Bardic course and, as a writer, have been generating work all the while. I plan on posting them in this thread and welcome any comments. Please feel free to share your work below as well!

    Often poetry is too centered to the subject we wish to address. Yes, we are a faith of nature, but not all of our work has to be connected so directly to the earth. Awen flows through all things and all topics.

    #11247
    Alexander Valdes
    Participant

    Also to get things started, here’s a poem from me! It’s about a dream I had, leading to a five hour long musical meditation.

    In my palm is soil and seed
    and growing from it, a tree
    with water running down it’s bark.

    Closing my eyes, the water creeps
    into my skin and veins
    then moves through my chest.

    Running my hand through a memory
    I feel old stone that pushes
    the water down to my legs.

    Where vines from my ankles
    wrap up to my knees-
    there are now dew drops on the leaves.

    Birdsong in my hair,
    my eyes open with sunlight
    and the vines grow higher.

    Blue meets green at the waist.
    noon settles, bugs chirping in my ears
    as soft clouds pass my shoulders—

    Night, and my teeth glow
    in the crescent moon.
    softer sounds echo in my nose.

    Water and vines together
    all the way past my fingernails;
    face of sky turned upwards.

    Sounds of my fathers music
    deep in the jungle-
    and there too is home.

    #11255
    Dowrgi
    Participant

    Hello Alexander and welcome.

    That’s an interesting poetic thought you’ve had there. It’s almost as if you’re remembering a past life as a tree and becoming one with Life. I hope you don’t mind my saying what your poem says to me. May I ask what kind of music was part of your meditation? I find all different kinds of music good when I’m meditating or trying to write, but if very often depends on my initial mood. What about you?

    Bennathow
    /|\

    #11261
    Alexander Valdes
    Participant

    Hello! Nice to meet you!

    Interpret the poem however you like! Once it’s written, it isn’t mine anymore (unless someone puts it in a book without asking lol).

    The song I was listening to specifically was O, Chí, Chí mi na mòrbheanna sung by the King’s Singers. Beautiful choral piece performed by John Cameron.

    If you have any work I’d love to see it! I’m a teacher by trade, and just a general fan of poetry. /|\

    #11262
    Anonymous

    Hello Alexander Valdes

    Right now I am learning about Cynghanedd—Kung-hah-neth, this will probably take me about 6 months to two years, but it will also force me to learn a lot about sound, consonants and phonics, If you are interested I suggest Celtic word craft by D. Idwal Lloyd, and Mererid Hopwood, singing in chains. Cynghanedd will definitely up your poetry game and open the doors to the otherworld. The Celts (Irish and Scottish) were into the sound of poetry. If you want to learn the druid secrets of Cynghaned it will be some work, but it will be be worth the time. If you do take the challenge, I hope you will send me the names of any good books on the subject that you find. Get ready to go on an adventure. Big Sails BlueFalcon and may Ogma be with you,

    #11277
    david poole
    Participant

    That is a very vivid poem Alexander, I felt as if I was listening to a tree telling me its story. You have had a very powerful experience within your dreaming and have shared it with us most eloquently.

    #11286
    Alexander Valdes
    Participant

    Thank you guys so much for the feedback, it’s all I could ever want for my personal growth. I’m incredibly interested in learning more welsh poetic conventions and using them in my work, so thank you so much BlueFalcon for that recommendation.

    And Mr. Poole thank you so much for the kind words. I don’t often dream (a side effect of a choice I made) but more and more as I open myself to this path I find myself in all sorts of experiences when asleep.

    Also I really love the feedback but ‘d love even more to see other people’s work!!

    Here’s another of mine to hopefully inspire someone to post their work:

    How can I speak of an ocean
    when my lungs are full of water and salt.
    if I describe the shells, you will
    miss the sand.

    What sense is there to senseless blue?
    There is no way to explain
    my love of putrid water. In its waves I have
    dissolved my memories,

    and the brine tastes of seaweed and horseshoe crabs.

    #12964
    Summer De Graffham
    Participant

    Hi, just finishing my Taleisin in tale, it runs to a lot of pages..hahaha, if you get horrendously bored I could try and share it here when it’s done. I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination so this has been quite a Thing..mwahaaaaaa

    #12977
    tony1kenobi
    Participant

    Do share 🙂

    #13084
    Vaelico
    Participant

    Hi! I find your work very interesting, specially the one about the sea.
    So I’d like to compose one myself, right now and right here:

    “I wonder who set the path,
    I wonder who may have run it.
    If there is an aftermath
    to making a home here in Brit.

    Who dwells in the green dusty house?
    Who observes us from the briar field?
    What is to be undone?

    I cheer for the great community,
    but pity for those unlinked.
    We will be calming necessity
    with books and tattoos inked.

    Why are the wolves my brothers?
    Who is the bright lady whose light I stole?
    How are you, great-grandma?

    In trying times just remember
    that resilience is a must.
    It will get you from November
    through a summer that’s everlast.

    What hides in the stone cemetery under the old house?
    When did I become myself?
    Who knows all that happens?”

    The questions are based on dreams I’ve had through the years, some of them scary, weird or meaningful, and some even seemed to be more than mere dreams.

    I hope you like it, it’s been a great practice /|\

    #14444
    James Fox
    Participant

    Hi, I’m James. I was inspired to write a poem after a recent walk on Dartmoor where I live. Any remarks would be appreciated!

    At Merrivale

    Once a year, give or take, you visit us
    Our friendship kindled once again.
    And oft we choose to walk and talk
    Upon the sacred land that’s ours.
    Rain and mist and surface water
    Greet the trip we make today
    As rising up the hill we stroll
    Antiquities and tors unfold.
    The Long Ash Brook is running high
    Stepping stones today submerged:
    We detour up to where the stream
    Is split in muddy rivulets
    Through which we slosh and slide;
    Then, on firmer ground, we climb.
    Arriving at the railway line
    Though dismantled long before our time
    We follow its course around the hill
    Through the cutting where the driver parked the train
    In the blizzard of eighteen ninety-one
    That he and all the passengers
    Might not freeze to death:
    Two days it was before their rescue.
    Along the old Swell Tor siding
    We pass the dozen granite corbels
    Destined once for London Bridge
    Unmoved an inch since the day they were dumped
    At the start of the previous century.
    We shelter from the breezy rain
    Within the towering quarry walls
    In the space vacated by
    The rock that spans the Thames today.
    As cake and coffee are consumed
    I say how when I was a boy
    A friend and I would cycle here
    And climb up that near-sheer cliff
    And stepping along a narrow ledge
    Would haul ourselves upon the top:
    Fifty years ago that was
    Yet absolutely nothing has changed.
    Later we try to find the site
    Where King Tor Halt existed once
    Where in that film of fifty-four
    A sailor disembarked the train
    And on the way to visit a farm
    Has his lunch by a row of stones
    Where we are now, but he is not.
    But my attention is arrested
    By the monumental sight
    Of these stones so organised
    In two straight lines upon the grass
    That out the light grey wall of fog
    Emerge as if from out the past
    Ending but a short way hence
    In rock set perpendicular:
    Ancient presence present now
    Granitic being before us, hail!
    To the left and to the right
    Standing pools of liquid lead
    Re-emanate the grey sky light:
    Light eternal of shrouded star
    And life eternal suffusing all.

    #14445
    Alexander Valdes
    Participant

    This is a fantastic piece of work!!! I adored it, and I don’t normally go for that style of poem

    #14446
    James Fox
    Participant

    Thanks a lot Alexander. What sort of style is my poem and what sort do you normally go for?

    Regards, James.

    #14571
    Alexander Valdes
    Participant

    Hello everyone,

    Blessings and health to all of you who have taken time to write a piece here over the years.

    Since this post I had a shaking of my faith as we experienced the anger of earth and it’s people. Nevertheless, with deep meditation I once again found the path and will have my first certificate in July! In my time between, I was blessed with the ability to patronize several artists to make creations for our faith, as well as a small collection of the minimal historic records related to our lost people. In this way, and many many others, the Spirit has changed my path.

    Yet all that time, I got notices that other followers of Druidry had shared their work, and through that connection never forgot my place. Thank you all for your continued participation, and please keep sharing what you create!

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