The Bards' Guild - Let's Sing It One More Time

[Cock-Robin]

Glad to see you again, Parm!

[prmiller]

Parm!!!!

Glad to see you again, Parm!

That I should bring such swift delight
brings gladness to my pilgrim soul;
now may more bards enjoy our hearth,
so stoke the flames, bring out the coal!

[PatriotBlade]

Wow. I feel as dusty as this thread! So I've been working a lot (I even missed Beryl's birthday last year) I hate my new job with a passion. I am ill a lot but too poor to go to the Dr. I have also noticed something quite alarming. I have noticed significant hearing loss in one ear. I have been a student of ASL (American Sign Language) off and on for most of my life, but that, coupled with some new friends who are Deaf have forced me to take it more seriously. As I started trying to get more involved with the Deaf in my area, I learned that there wasn't much socially in my area for us (Deaf and Hard of Hearing). So we've decided to try to change that. We had our first event today; A Slam (typically poetry, but we aren't typical so it encompassed more of the arts as well, but featured poetry)! As I was prepping for it I started planning a poem to perform. I realized that I had not written a major poem in THREE YEARS! I am ashamed, but since we had the event today, I thought I'd share the finished poem. At some point, I'll film it in ASL and will post the link to that when I do.

The Bridge

I am not normal.
I walk the in-between,
A dark place between two worlds.
I am torn.
I am lost.
I don’t fit here and I don’t fit there.
I long to fit somewhere…

In one ear is
voices, voices!
There is so much, too much sound.
So many things
demanding attention.
My head hurts! Make it stop!
I am so tired…

In my other ear is
Mumble, mumble.
I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that…
Say again.
Say again.
Please look at me when you speak.
I am so tired…

I don’t fit in the
Loud world anymore;
There’s too much noise all around me.
I can’t think.
I can’t focus.
The important things get lost in the noise.
Where am I?

I don’t fit in the
Quiet world either;
My hands are slow and clumsy,
My eyes can’t
Hear that fast.
The important things get lost in the silence.
Where am I?

I sit between
The two worlds.
I am afraid I will be lost here,
In the place
Between worlds.
Because I don’t fit anywhere else.
I long to fit somewhere…

So I shout to be heard
Or I wave to be seen.
This place between is lonely.
But what if…
The loud world
Would learn to quiet down enough to see...

That my hands and
My voice can speak...
And so can theirs, if they will try.
That my ear and
My eyes can hear...
And so can theirs, if they will try.

I am tired.
But I am strong.
I have a lot of work to do here between.
I am sad.
But I am determined.
I have a lot of work to do here between.
I am not lost.
I am the bridge.

Haddie B. ~ 4-7-17

[prmiller]

You write a poem
and craft a window.
so we peer inside.
What courage!
You write a poem
and build a door,
so we step inside.
What kindness!
You write a poem
and span a chasm,
so we cross to your side.
What ingenuity!
You write a poem.
and share a treasure,
so we revel in it.
What generosity!

With blessings,
Parm

[prmiller]

I write my heart while stars peer down,
while moonlight glints on velvet greens,
while rabbits run, then pause and wait,
blending into midnight scenes.
I write my love while starts glint bright,
while winds coax chimes to sing their songs,
while voices from the frantic day
grow fewer; soon are gone those throngs.
I write my hopes while moon-limned clouds
glide swiftly in the eboned sky,
the darkness wraps me, but not tight,
and bids me rest my each limb and eye.

Blessings,
Parm

[erinhue]

Just stopped by to dust off some cobwebs. Took a looky loo down memory lane. Those were the days and this was the place.

[Herger]

Herger wandered up to the old hall, not entirely certain anyone had been here in some time. But he had a duty and he'd see it through.

The hall echoed his footsteps, empty but perhaps not entirely abandoned. Cobwebs dusted the corners but it was not otherwise decrepit; the frame was solid and intact. Perhaps there was still a hint of life keeping this place alive, a memory that would not let let go.

He found what looked like a nice solid-looking chair at the head of the hall, perhaps the guild leader's own? He tapped the folded letter in his hand a few times before finally surrendering it, laying it on the seat.

It was folded several times, and the front was penned in fine calligraphy, addressed to "Our Dearest Master Hue". The back was sealed with wax and stamped with a gold-trimmed leaf.


So long as even one is left
Alive with memory in our hearts
The Bard's Guild will not fade away
Though far and wide our path's depart

The whisper on a distant wind
Remind those who once gathered here
Of songs and stories that bound us strong
And fellowship and food and cheer

Return, return, when yet you may
Even if you can give but a token
For fate will claim us each and all
So leave no final words unspoken

~elengil