A Taste of Life
A sampler of Life Games
written by
Trine Daely
Copyright © 2011 by Trine Daely
Cover design by Trine
Daely
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This is dedicated to my daughter, J, and to all the friends
and family that have supported me in my writing, musing,
sickness, health, depression, and happiness.
You know who you are, and I love you.
GUARDIAN SPIRIT
5/27/99
My path is marked by fire
led onward by the hawk
As I follow the trail, I know
this is my last walk
My road has already been chosen
my guide is far ahead
His flaming feathers tease me
as the earth becomes my bed
The images he sends me
seem from another world
And in truth, I think they are
and then they start to swirl
Replaced by new ones every moment
a dizzying display
He shows off his power
and with his shadow plays
An image of flying with him
one of sinking beneath the waves
Conversing with the moon and sun
and seeing giant caves
He gives to me his vision
then gives to me his wings
Then he is a part of me
a separate, united being
TIDES
The wave crept above
the high tide line
Stealthily, slowly, creeping
its way up
towards me
Destroying everything
in its path
Among it all, the
sandcastle I
built out of love
And destroying
that, too.
The moon, full, crept
up the sky
alone, and slowly
Until it reached
its peak and
hung still
Obscured by clouds
until they destroyed
that, too.
The wind, quietly
whispered through
the palm trees
Whispered softly
to me
of secret places
And of times
long past
Then met the cliff
wall, where
it stopped
And it destroyed
the wind, too.
Then the moon
set and the
Sun rose above
the blue water
lightning quick
Destroying swiftly
like quicksilver
the image of
Night that I
loved so well
It was gone like
a whisper and
just as quietly.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE KNIGHTS GONE?
10/29/97
Where have all the knights gone?
their armor is tarnished and their code rings hollow.
Where have all the knights gone?
their horses are dying and their king fell long ago.
Were they - even then -
but a myth?
Was it - even then -
but a wish?
That beautiful, flowing-maned stallion
his back has started to sag
That high-stepping mare so brilliantly adorned
has been pastured as an old nag
The roads that carried them to battle
are now but overgrown paths
And their flags and pennants of honor
are naught but tattered rags.
Were they - even then -
but a myth?
Was it - even then -
but a wish?
Where have all the knights gone?
their leaders died and their squires soon follow.
Where have all the knights gone?
the cemetery is full and the graves are shallow.
There are still places among the living
where they are needed if they could be found.
Where have all the knights gone?
I have a feeling they're all underground.
Were they - even then -
but a myth?
Was it - even then -
but a wish?
Where have all the knights gone?
their jousting arenas are bowls of dust.
Where have all the knights gone?
their horses' armor is only dried blood and rust.
Their tournaments are stories and memories
their epic deeds are yesteryear's news
Their saddles are dry rotting in the stables
the leather cracked and no longer smooth.
Were they - even then -
but a myth?
Was it - even then -
but a wish?
Where have all the knights gone?
their armor is tarnished and their code rings hollow.
Where have all the knights gone?
their leaders died and their squires will follow.
Thank you reader, for making it this far, and for helping my dream become a reality. I hope to bring you more in the future, expanded versions of my visions in a more conventional storytelling format. I wish you well in your journeys through life and hope you have enjoyed your journey through my sample book, you can find a more complete collection of my poems in Life Games.
Trine
Trine Daely grew up in Tallahassee, Florida, and later moved to the Midwest where she raises her daughter. You can find Trine online at:
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