The Well- Gio

The depth is unquantifiable,

The more you explore the more elusive the end.

What is found though is a stimulus,

The impetus upon which humanity depends.

All testament to a brilliant intelligence,

Evident benevolence to allow the well to lend.

Many have searched passionately,

Centuries of discovery for us thus penned.

Humorous and humbling,

Alas to strive for the stop has become a trend.

Many are duly driven,

Yet what is searched for is not found but given.

The Submarine-Gio

20,000 leagues under the sea

The jewels create a mystery so bright

Enlightening, foreboding, daydreamers delight

A journey of discovery inside and out

Propelled through the maelstrom leaving a vortex

Confusion remains, ahead excites

The bearing right leads to greater depth greater pressure

Bearing left isn’t worth contemplating just for measure

Of what mettle is this metal?

Forged in life’s smith yet not anonymous

Cognizant that the unknown awaits

Fear from too deep a contemplate

A fluid so turbulent one finds

Yet laminar isn’t a desire

Through the coal and the fire

Burns, resolves, hardens

If you stray from the light the more it darkens

All the while the assiduous sea appears calm

Misty Morning-Interpretation by Demani Jarrett

Misty Morning

Serenity encapsulated.

How is it that something so simple,

Can draw the breath from your chest,

And leave you awed?
What artists would give

To master the technique behind

Such a unique form!

To have people gaze,

Stop in wonder

And admire the sight.
Whispers of moisture leave

Evidence of their presence,

Sprinkled along velvety petals,

Glittering upon webs.
Worlds disappear behind

The frail curtain.

A tree? Or perhaps a bus?

A children's game of hide-and-seek

Played by nature.
Then all too soon,

As it had come,

It disappears before your eyes.

The day begins,

The land stirs awake,

And the mist's calm is

All but a whisper in your mind.

Misty Morning-Interpretation By Lauren Jackson

Misty Morning



There’s always been something mysterious about mist

Like how its dense span swells from sky to ground

How it manages to possess the particles in the air

While all this is accomplished in silence- Not a sound.



Awe.



A thickening, impenetrable, heavy atmosphere

For hours I could sit, just stop and at it gaze

Obscuring any view that could possibly exist

And wonder how the clouds, from above, fell to be this haze.



Intrigue.



A morning mist, yes at the beginning of a day

Skilfully may cloud judgement and disorientation the potential to fabricate

Hoping for the proud sun to appear, just an elegant, simple, single ray,

As if it were the season of spring, in the budding month of May.



Hope.



The authority of the mist could settle on the mind

An indecisive attitude can infect ones concentration

Can dominate thoughts, conflicts a days design

Or pollute the hearts natural inclination.



Or



The total innocence of the mist, the oblivion of its purpose or effect

Could make an astounding impression on ones opinion

And to notice the humble beauty of a misty morning

I know that I shall never forget.

A Misty Morning - An Interpretation by Jean Marco

Mouth breathes as a child's exhalation
Colliding inside the window to the world
It's expected to go, to dissipate, to show
It stays and distorts your view


Hand wipes in an attempt to see
Smearing then clearing this see-through canvas
It's supposed to portray, to relay state of play
Yet the vapour remains clouding your view


Eye looks out through the morning mist
With difficulty finding shape and form
It cannot define or refine, nor underline
The mist makes it hard to see


Body shivers as it enters the mist
Taking comfort in the protection upon it
The day has begun, the mist soon will be gone
To return another day or morning

Jean Marco « j'ai marqué »
Interpretation: A Misty Morning

A Misty Morning - Interpretation by TJ

Misty morning
Missed you this morning.
Spider made a web and now it's full of gems.
Thought of our tangled mess:
How we could make it beautiful if we tried our best.

Grass is refreshed
I'd bottle each drop of dew to give to you
Just to prove...just to prove...
Well
Something symbolic anyway
Like it's not all bad when the sun is delayed
Because soon those rays will burn up a brighter day.
But I'm afraid that's all I know how to say
My metaphors might never afford the price you pay for their mistakes

We are like a misty morning
A simile I use similarly to the metaphor before
As in
Sometime's it's hard to see what we could potentially be.
Cold but not froze, there's hope
When it's all lifted
I might find your hand
So when the next mist persists
I know where you are
And together, we can start

A Misty Morning-Take By Gio

Your soft hue caresses my eyes,
Your frivolity is beautiful.
No one tells you when to come,
when to go,
when there will be dew,
when you'll bring snow.
A law unto yourself but you aren't a rebel
And yet you still liberate me
Cut me free from the chains of the mundane
Like a friend you come bearing gifts
Inspiring me to bring out the depths of imagination
Do you come alone?
Or do you bring the smells and sounds of life?
Are you quiet and serene?
Or does energy course through you?
You fuel my brain
Excite my senses
Refresh the soul
Create

New Theme

To help get the creative juices flowing TJ and Gio have thought to set a theme for the forum to think and create around. This helps give writing a bit of direction but also makes it an interesting exercise, as we will see how different people's perceptions are of the same concept. The theme for now as set by TJ is "A Misty Morning".
If you would like to contribute the forum would love to hear from you.
However don't feel pressured to stick to this theme, have fun.
FF

New Beginnings

It has been a very quiet year for the Forum this year unfortunately, mostly due to its many members being quite busy and such. However it would be such a waste for all the hard work that has gone into the site to go in vain. Many people have expressed a creative side that would have remained hidden from most of their friends on this site and the effort, time and energy should not be forgotten. We have had some really beautiful pieces shown to the world here in the past but there is no reason why it can't continue on into the future. December 2011 will mark the 2nd year anniversary of this site and we say bring it on. So let us get pen to paper, camera to beauty, brush to canvas etc anything to celebrate our creative side. One day hopefully we can look back on the forum and let it bring a smile to our faces knowing we brought something different and individual. So today marks a new beginning. Not to forget the past but embrace the future.

Gem from TJ