From 7107be741184e883739c35094616b93a5a47f4c7 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Lethe Beltane Date: Thu, 26 May 2022 18:50:46 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] New poem: Reynar --- blog/2022/may/divide.html | 1 + feed.ass | 1 + feed.xml | 111 ++++++++++++++++---------------------- poetry/index.gmi | 2 + poetry/index.gph | 1 + poetry/index.html | 3 +- poetry/r/reynar.txt | 40 ++++++++++++++ 7 files changed, 92 insertions(+), 67 deletions(-) create mode 100644 poetry/r/reynar.txt diff --git a/blog/2022/may/divide.html b/blog/2022/may/divide.html index 494de3b..d725e19 100755 --- a/blog/2022/may/divide.html +++ b/blog/2022/may/divide.html @@ -59,6 +59,7 @@ done
  • fur suit
  • sites like natural spanking
  • fucking dead woman
    • +
  • i like killing
  • one night stand stories

    • The results of my research were... disheartening, to say the least.

    diff --git a/feed.ass b/feed.ass index 8fe5379..9bdd2cd 100644 --- a/feed.ass +++ b/feed.ass @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ # MayVaneDay ASS (https://tilde.town/~dzwdz/ass/) feed +2022-05-26 https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt Reynar 2022-05-25 https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/u/under-my-fingernails.txt Under My Fingernails 2022-05-24 https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/gradation.txt Gradation 2022-05-21 https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/grey.txt The Grey diff --git a/feed.xml b/feed.xml index dfbb68e..2a3b760 100755 --- a/feed.xml +++ b/feed.xml @@ -9,6 +9,51 @@ Vane Vander vanevander@mayvaneday.org + + + Reynar + + https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt + 2022-05-26 + +
    +The pendulum swings yet again back and forth
+as I ask you the millionth time and one more
+if you still love me, still tolerate
+my existence, are sure towards me
+you hold no sliver of anger or hate.
+Because we've made these vows so many more times,
+but I'm forbidden by my anxiety
+from failing to plan for any contingencies.
+Like I'm my father now,
+I myself with questions hound:
+"Well, now you're twenty-two,
+and I don't want to seem like I'm forcing you
+to come along with me."
+
+Angel numbers meet at midnight's bend.
+"For you, you'll never see me again."
+But Jett, does it work the other way?
+If I ask you to, will you forever stay?
+Will you swear yourself in health and sickness to my lonely side?
+Will you in this new world I am creating reside?
+
+Because, you should know,
+if you willed it,
+I would gladly disappear.
+
+Go, if you must,
+without fear.
+I will be here
+at the end of every day
+to reclaim
+that which was only ever mine.
+
    +]]> +     +     + + Under My Fingernails @@ -188,72 +233,6 @@ against an ashen gray sky, in the first blooms and blossoms of my garden in birthing spring: if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything. - - ]]> - - - - - Tissue Sample - - https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/t/tissue.txt - 2022-05-19 - -
    -How do I come to terms
-with the fact that I will die?
-How do I look my mother in the eyes
-and say, "You won't have me
-for that much more time?"
-
-I look in your eyes,
-and I see a flame
-that burns so bright,
-that signals something
-arriving
-just over the horizon.
-
-I expected to be dying by now,
-strength fleeing from my limbs,
-lungs crushed by anxiety
-like the world itself was closing in.
-I got all my homework done early
-in February
-even though graduation was three
-months away, not knowing
-what state I would be in,
-six months from onset
-being the low end.
-But except for the sores that pulse
-in movement's fury and sleeptime's lull,
-I'm just as healthy as ever.
-
-I'm searching my body for every possible sign
-that the end is coming, that looms my demise.
-And I am in pain, I will admit,
-but not nearly enough to classify myself as sick.
-I'm in a science classroom, with scalpel prodding myself.
-Clean up the experiment, jar me up, return me to the shelf
-in tanager's formaldehyde, amber sleep, sanctioned suicide.
-You haven't really died until you've returned to the earth,
-I think, given back the dust in your bones
-to this planet that insists it be your home.
-You haven't really disappeared
-until your body has dispersed so much
-that nobody can point at the ground and say,
-"The person I love now rests here."
-
-This vessel, I hope, will not be preserved
-in a morgue, under a man's care, final horror.
-My body was never ever really mine
-in this life.
-Mother still sometimes cries
-that I'm not a doll anymore,
-won't wear dresses anymore.
-Will she keep me around when my body moves nevermore,
-preserved, plasticized,
-mannequin most lifelike?
-Deny me Velouria's embrace one last time?
    ]]>     diff --git a/poetry/index.gmi b/poetry/index.gmi index 1b48a12..40b5d10 100755 --- a/poetry/index.gmi +++ b/poetry/index.gmi @@ -115,9 +115,11 @@ => p/pressed.txt pressed flower petals => p/psa.txt Public Disservice Announcement => p/passer.txt Passer + ## R => r/reakirante.txt reakirante => r/regnant.txt regnant +=> r/reynar.txt Reynar => r/rondiro.txt rondiro de lukso => r/rugxa.txt rugxa kresto => r/ridge.txt The Ridge diff --git a/poetry/index.gph b/poetry/index.gph index 6707099..7430290 100755 --- a/poetry/index.gph +++ b/poetry/index.gph @@ -120,6 +120,7 @@ iP iR 0reakirante r/reakirante.txt 0regnant r/regnant.txt +0Reynar r/reynar.txt 0rondiro de lukso r/rondiro.txt 0rugxa kresto r/rugxa.txt 0The Ridge r/ridge.txt diff --git a/poetry/index.html b/poetry/index.html index 82115f7..8148033 100755 --- a/poetry/index.html +++ b/poetry/index.html @@ -137,6 +137,7 @@ ├── r
    │   ├── reakirante.txt
    │   ├── regnant.txt
    + │   ├── reynar.txt
    │   ├── ridge.txt
    │   ├── rondiro.txt
    │   └── rugxa.txt
    @@ -185,7 +186,7 @@

    -22 directories, 130 files +22 directories, 131 files

    diff --git a/poetry/r/reynar.txt b/poetry/r/reynar.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..174bf9d --- /dev/null +++ b/poetry/r/reynar.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +Reynar +2022-05-26 + +*** + +The pendulum swings yet again back and forth +as I ask you the millionth time and one more +if you still love me, still tolerate +my existence, are sure towards me +you hold no sliver of anger or hate. +Because we've made these vows so many more times, +but I'm forbidden by my anxiety +from failing to plan for any contingencies. +Like I'm my father now, +I myself with questions hound: +"Well, now you're twenty-two, +and I don't want to seem like I'm forcing you +to come along with me." + +Angel numbers meet at midnight's bend. +"For you, you'll never see me again." +But Jett, does it work the other way? +If I ask you to, will you forever stay? +Will you swear yourself in health and sickness to my lonely side? +Will you in this new world I am creating reside? + +Because, you should know, +if you willed it, +I would gladly disappear. + +Go, if you must, +without fear. +I will be here +at the end of every day +to reclaim +that which was only ever mine. + +*** + +CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander