WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<The wrong trip>
- It seemed a good plan.
- Travelling far and away,
- But things went awry.
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WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Melodic flow>
- The flow of sweet tune
- Of musical melodies,
- Soulful serenade.
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Patrol>(Extract-2A )
With the loss of our communication device, we knew that any progress to be made by the unit would have be that which we would have to do ourselves.
I had made a decision which had splintered us from the main task force to take up a position which would allow a greater observational and informationary state of control, but leave us to fend for ourselves..
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I was confident that this was the right cause of action to take-"for the sake of the many ..." etc.
.
The group I had selected for the task were those who I could rely upon both in unity and in/with their own autonomy.
Now however, with the loss of the equipment vital to the success of the mission, a fresh impetus and priority was required.
.
We moved with purpose and direction relying on experience and instinct - but I was happy with this.
We made good progress and had become accustomed to the usual noises of our surroundings and in truth gave us a sense of reassurance of normality - until it didn't.
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As we moved through the undergrowth under a cloud of a much dimmed moon there was a moment, a point when the shadow melodies of the might was replaced by an eerie silence.
With the loss of our communication device, we knew that any progress to be made by the unit would have be that which we would have to do ourselves.
I had made a decision which had splintered us from the main task force to take up a position which would allow a greater observational and informationary state of control, but leave us to fend for ourselves..
.
I was confident that this was the right cause of action to take-"for the sake of the many ..." etc.
.
The group I had selected for the task were those who I could rely upon both in unity and in/with their own autonomy.
Now however, with the loss of the equipment vital to the success of the mission, a fresh impetus and priority was required.
.
We moved with purpose and direction relying on experience and instinct - but I was happy with this.
We made good progress and had become accustomed to the usual noises of our surroundings and in truth gave us a sense of reassurance of normality - until it didn't.
.
As we moved through the undergrowth under a cloud of a much dimmed moon there was a moment, a point when the shadow melodies of the might was replaced by an eerie silence.
- Noiseless silence - Fear,
- A mass of darkness drew near,
- With it, would come death
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WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Patrol>(Extract-2B )
Silently signally to my Brothers in arms, we moved into formation.
So often practised, we attuned to our relative defensive positions and dug in.
Each knowing our role and trusting in the others capabiltes we were united in focused attention.
I sensed a change in the aroma around us.
Subtle though it was, the familiar scent of a man-made rather than natural making was evident.
The noise of rustling undergrowth and paced progress through it's obstruction was ordered,
Although there was a precision of care, the disruption heard made each of us nervy.
This being said, it was this edge that stimulated an all-important alertness
I knew there would be a moment when I'd have to make a decision that would have a lasting consequence for both myself, and a number of others.
Silently signally to my Brothers in arms, we moved into formation.
So often practised, we attuned to our relative defensive positions and dug in.
Each knowing our role and trusting in the others capabiltes we were united in focused attention.
I sensed a change in the aroma around us.
Subtle though it was, the familiar scent of a man-made rather than natural making was evident.
The noise of rustling undergrowth and paced progress through it's obstruction was ordered,
Although there was a precision of care, the disruption heard made each of us nervy.
This being said, it was this edge that stimulated an all-important alertness
I knew there would be a moment when I'd have to make a decision that would have a lasting consequence for both myself, and a number of others.
- I steadied myself,
- I moved into sharp, stealth mode,
- Waiting, for the dawn
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Colour change>
- Red and Yellow - Bright,
- Grey turns to BLACK - upon night,
- Colours change the mood
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Ladies choice>
- She entered the room,
- Many men would make their play,
- The lady had choice
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
The sense of Nothing (SHORT: .1.)
"I hear No sound – the silence it grows,
I see No vision – just an opaque of glow,
I taste No fare – nor food do I eat,
I smell No flavour – no aroma, that is sweet.
"I hear No sound – the silence it grows,
I see No vision – just an opaque of glow,
I taste No fare – nor food do I eat,
I smell No flavour – no aroma, that is sweet.
- --- I feel a sense of Nothing"
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. "Penny" (Extract: 3)
Awoken by the pre-set alarm, and after I had washed and dressed, I made my way down the stairs.
My next port of call would be the kitchen for my daily breakfast meal.
It was a daily ritual which was; bar the weekends' respite,one that I took with regularity at the start of each day.
I made my way down the stairs with my ususal tempo, though before I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw the missive awaiting my collection.
Though I had been expectant in hope, I was nevertheless a touch surprised, and as I reached down to pick up the letter, I knew who the sender was. The handwriting of delicate flowing scribe was distinctive,- she had responded.
Having made three previous efforts to contact her, I wondered; now with some trepidation, what her reaction would be.
The incident of the summer had left a mark upon me that was impossible to forget, and I could not let sleeping dogs lie.
I wasn't sure if that feeling was similarly experienced by her, but certainly it was one of emotional significance
The interaction of engagement would have consequences for each of us, together; or not, for and in future years.
It was one which neither of us could forget. The situation had been one that for both of us left questions, and an open wound, Whether now would see if it would either be healed or a scar left, would soon; it seemed would be answered.
I knew this would not be a simple read by the weight I felt within the envelope, It seemed more than a simple one sheet, and I felt I needed to sit down to read it's contents. I placed the letter on my kitchen table, made myself a cup of tea, before sitting down to take in her words.
The contents within would have a bearing on my next steps moving forward.
My employer, workplace and work of mundane would have to wait for my arrival.
The words there written could well lead me along a pathway of either cheer or despair, and perhaps a life away from my current locale and career, that too was a distinct possibility, and potentially a time for considered comsequence,
Awoken by the pre-set alarm, and after I had washed and dressed, I made my way down the stairs.
My next port of call would be the kitchen for my daily breakfast meal.
It was a daily ritual which was; bar the weekends' respite,one that I took with regularity at the start of each day.
I made my way down the stairs with my ususal tempo, though before I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw the missive awaiting my collection.
Though I had been expectant in hope, I was nevertheless a touch surprised, and as I reached down to pick up the letter, I knew who the sender was. The handwriting of delicate flowing scribe was distinctive,- she had responded.
Having made three previous efforts to contact her, I wondered; now with some trepidation, what her reaction would be.
The incident of the summer had left a mark upon me that was impossible to forget, and I could not let sleeping dogs lie.
I wasn't sure if that feeling was similarly experienced by her, but certainly it was one of emotional significance
The interaction of engagement would have consequences for each of us, together; or not, for and in future years.
It was one which neither of us could forget. The situation had been one that for both of us left questions, and an open wound, Whether now would see if it would either be healed or a scar left, would soon; it seemed would be answered.
I knew this would not be a simple read by the weight I felt within the envelope, It seemed more than a simple one sheet, and I felt I needed to sit down to read it's contents. I placed the letter on my kitchen table, made myself a cup of tea, before sitting down to take in her words.
The contents within would have a bearing on my next steps moving forward.
My employer, workplace and work of mundane would have to wait for my arrival.
The words there written could well lead me along a pathway of either cheer or despair, and perhaps a life away from my current locale and career, that too was a distinct possibility, and potentially a time for considered comsequence,
- I opened the envelope, took out three sheets of hand-written composition, and taking a sip from my drink, and deep breath, began to read the contents.
Medusa
Well-known Member
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Is this for your muse? It's beautiful.HOW CAN YOU MEND A BROKEN HEART ?
(A Musical homage of muse)
Now I’m here, - Without you, - Alone, - Hurt.
Waiting in vain, - For you Blue - I’m lost without your love, - In a broken dream.
I can’t smile with you, - You are so beautiful to me, - I want you to love me, - Be my baby.
Give me love, - I need you tonight, - Come back and stay, - Georgy girl
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
- Thank you.
Though still have a connection - with my ole ex-wife,
My offsprings are happy, and they bring me joy,
With opine of convictions, of which they're not coy,
I like to believe, they'll see success - more than I,
And one day they'll meet, - the right girl, or right guy,
In the matters of heart - I remain; - some say cursed,
Tis the prize that one pays - for being a muser of verse"
= I guess =
Medusa
Well-known Member
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Your ex-wife is your muse? Or I'm being dense and this is not about an IRL kind of muse. In which case, please forgive me; I'm poetry disabled."Unluky in love - for most of my life,
- Thank you.
Though still have a connection - with my ole ex-wife,
My offsprings are happy, and they bring me joy,
With opine of convictions, of which they're not coy,
I like to believe, they'll see success - more than I,
And one day they'll meet, - the right girl, or right guy,
In the matters of heart - I remain; - some say cursed,
Tis the prize that one pays - for being a muser of verse"
= I guess =
In any event, it's nice also that you're still close with your ex-wife, whether she is the focus of your love lines above or not.
Edit: Took lines out.
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
No, with 20+years past, my ex-wife has long since been any kind of muse to me.
Though time heals rifts, scars still remain.
My muse is that witch I see in shadows.
Within the environment of nature the fae of the forest sprites speak.
It's not you being in any way misunderstanding, - it's the way I think and note that is individually expressive.
- And that which is somewhat challenging.
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. Me - (Self-analysis) (.1.)
"On my own - with myself and my ego,
I sit, and we ponder alone,
We shout to each other in silence.
Realising we cannot be a clone. ...
United as we sit - disagreeing,
Both right, -and yet none of us wrong,
Communicating - with vigour and and fury,
Without word, that is spoken with tongue ... "
"On my own - with myself and my ego,
I sit, and we ponder alone,
We shout to each other in silence.
Realising we cannot be a clone. ...
United as we sit - disagreeing,
Both right, -and yet none of us wrong,
Communicating - with vigour and and fury,
Without word, that is spoken with tongue ... "