Who Comes By Far (Roman, dragon)

[Sunstone]

The horizon from the highest hill is the useless
Edge Of The World when you don't travel.

You meet people who come by far,
So they must be heroes; so I believe you're a Rider
Passing to the Sun's Door...though you tell me,
You once knew so cold a land the clouds froze
And fell from the sky, and the People
Wore heavy skins.

Still, I look at your hands
Warm and dark with the candle,
And can barely imagine
What I'd think their color by Dragon's Fire,
Leave alone the morning sun.

Then you turn in our shadows as if to say,
You've begun your liking of me,
So tonight you'll stay.

I'll go tomorrow to find a deer
With stolen flowers in its teeth.

[Buttercup]

Your poems keep getting better and better. I'm no expert on syntax or rhythm or any other critiquing methods of poetry but I can say that I really like this one. Reminds me of the Clan Of The Cave Bear books...And once again, the last line is my favorite.

[kevmicsmi]

Sunstone, maybe Im a novice, or maybe i have smoked too much of that Colorado mountain grown goodness tonight, But that poem soared way over my head......Would yo be so kind as to explain some of the emotions, because I think its HIGH time you do

[kevmicsmi]

No comment???????

[robtex]

I like the simile of "Sun's door" a lot. The first two lines were awsome. Only thing is that "morning sun" is an overused phrase. Nice poem.

[kevmicsmi]

And can barely imagine
What I'd think their color by Dragon's Fire

I think this is where I get lost

[Sunstone]

Originally Posted by kevmicsmi

No comment???????

Sorry, Kev. I got busy with a bunch of PMs that came in.

First, let me thank you for your interest. I'm wondering if you yourself write poetry, and if so if your would share some of it?

Second, in these lines:

Still, I look at your hands
Warm and dark with the candle,
And can barely imagine
What I'd think their color by Dragon's Fire,
Leave alone the morning sun.

The Narrator is simply, so far as I know, speculating on how the Rider's hands would look under different lights: candlelight, Dragon's Fire, morning light. The Narrator, remember, is someone who doesn't travel, is kinda naive I suppose, and a bit of a romantic, and also a bit aware of being a romantic and of being naive. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, the Narrator finds the Rider's hands attractive, and begins to speculate on how they would look in different lights.

Please remember that's all just my own interpretation. I wrote the poem long ago, and wrote it largely from subsconscious inspiration. I'm certianly open to other interpretations of those lines.

Does this help any?

[Sunstone]

Originally Posted by robtex

I like the simile of "Sun's door" a lot. The first two lines were awsome. Only thing is that "morning sun" is an overused phrase. Nice poem.

Thank you, Rob! I don't like that "morning sun" either. But I didn't come up with anything else. Any ideas how I could have approached that? Your comments are always appreciated.

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