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..
.
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.
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
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- 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 ... "
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. Me - (Self-analysis) (.2.)
"Our singular / Plural opion ,
Are both worlds apart, - and are one,
We are 'team' - and yet are too disbanded
Stand United, and a Ranger a lone,
But our simple' and complex solutions,
Viewed with agreement, and derision there too,
See No answers - just the purest solution,
That's not seen - but in clarity, profound"
"Our singular / Plural opion ,
Are both worlds apart, - and are one,
We are 'team' - and yet are too disbanded
Stand United, and a Ranger a lone,
But our simple' and complex solutions,
Viewed with agreement, and derision there too,
See No answers - just the purest solution,
That's not seen - but in clarity, profound"
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. "Penny" (Extract: 4)
"Her mind is a kaliedescope - a Spectrum full of dreams',
With ideas so creative - that sparkle to extreme,
Her actions see a purity - a exapmle to behold,
Whose care and love and friendship - shows her heart is filled with Gold,
She speaks with such an innocence - a naivety in tone,
With honest observation - which her sees her sometimes stand alone,
But I see and find attraction - in the many things shes does,
A siren of a serenity - a tender loving dove"
"Her mind is a kaliedescope - a Spectrum full of dreams',
With ideas so creative - that sparkle to extreme,
Her actions see a purity - a exapmle to behold,
Whose care and love and friendship - shows her heart is filled with Gold,
She speaks with such an innocence - a naivety in tone,
With honest observation - which her sees her sometimes stand alone,
But I see and find attraction - in the many things shes does,
A siren of a serenity - a tender loving dove"
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. A FAB FOUR Tale : (1. )
" Dear Prudence,
I want to tell you something.
She's leaving home because Mother Nature's son and I love her.
She said,.. She said, I'm a loser, You've got to hide your love away.
So - I will wait, eight days a week, for no one . "
" Dear Prudence,
I want to tell you something.
She's leaving home because Mother Nature's son and I love her.
She said,.. She said, I'm a loser, You've got to hide your love away.
So - I will wait, eight days a week, for no one . "
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. Per chance to dream:
" I slip to sleep - per chance to dream,
Of sailing ships - u'pon the sea,
Of Aqua' s mermaids - sweet sounds there be,
Of fields of pasture - that flows a' Green,
Of rustling leaves - a sound serene.
Of Starlight shining - Moon light's the glow
Of scenic views - T'is Natures show,
Of, lakes and streams - and water falls,
Of Nightime creatues - the aniimal calls,
Of places witch - are far away,
Of another place - another day"
" I slip to sleep - per chance to dream,
Of sailing ships - u'pon the sea,
Of Aqua' s mermaids - sweet sounds there be,
Of fields of pasture - that flows a' Green,
Of rustling leaves - a sound serene.
Of Starlight shining - Moon light's the glow
Of scenic views - T'is Natures show,
Of, lakes and streams - and water falls,
Of Nightime creatues - the aniimal calls,
Of places witch - are far away,
Of another place - another day"
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. “Penny”- (Extract: 5)
As we strolled along the country lane, and I couldn't help but think upon the fortune there was in still having the same connection with they girl I loved from child to adulthood.
Through the years she had maintained in both in visage and in action a carefree and care for spiritual soul.
We reached the site of the group event and were greeted with a warmth of welcome.
Penny naturally grabbed most of the attention which was fine; I expected no less to be fair, though there was also the camaraderie of old friends resurfacing, as I also entered into the camp site.
Dai and Taul; the young lads from the land of the Red dragon appraoched, beers in hand with smiling faces and jiggling dance still in the attire I recall them being in the last time I had seen them in.
Then there was Luna and Tink; my two young ladies of elfin charm/s - they were more thoughtful.
They had brought with them a tray of Citrus lemonades, iced tea, and bright cocktails for us to refresh us with, before we would be dining proper later on.
We hear before we saw Cliff, - our minstrel of folk music, storytelling with themes relating to nature and history.
His tales of olde lore always had a topical edge to them
Music had always been an inspiration to us and we often endulged in the euphoria that it provided.
We all knew this was going to be a FAB weekend
As we strolled along the country lane, and I couldn't help but think upon the fortune there was in still having the same connection with they girl I loved from child to adulthood.
Through the years she had maintained in both in visage and in action a carefree and care for spiritual soul.
We reached the site of the group event and were greeted with a warmth of welcome.
Penny naturally grabbed most of the attention which was fine; I expected no less to be fair, though there was also the camaraderie of old friends resurfacing, as I also entered into the camp site.
Dai and Taul; the young lads from the land of the Red dragon appraoched, beers in hand with smiling faces and jiggling dance still in the attire I recall them being in the last time I had seen them in.
Then there was Luna and Tink; my two young ladies of elfin charm/s - they were more thoughtful.
They had brought with them a tray of Citrus lemonades, iced tea, and bright cocktails for us to refresh us with, before we would be dining proper later on.
We hear before we saw Cliff, - our minstrel of folk music, storytelling with themes relating to nature and history.
His tales of olde lore always had a topical edge to them
Music had always been an inspiration to us and we often endulged in the euphoria that it provided.
We all knew this was going to be a FAB weekend
palides2021
Well-known Member
- Location
- MidAtlantic, USA
I liked the imagery in this writing, @WOLF ANGEL ! It felt realistic. I particularly liked the distinction you made about the "man-made" aroma as compared to the natural.<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.
- I steadied myself,
- I moved into sharp, stealth mode,
- Waiting, for the dawn
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
- Thank you - it's one of a few pieces that I am working on, I draw upon a number of things - experiences of fact, and perhaps more creativly, flashes on an insights that I should not have any first hand knowledge of.
- Tis the unknown being of a possibilty witch has yet to be comprehended =
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WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
. A FAB FOUR Tale : (2. )
"Back in the U.S.S.R. I saw her standing there, - Long tall sally,
She's a woman with a devil in her heart & bad to me,
I'm a Bad boy & in spite of all the danger,
I've got a feeling - I'm in Love - can you dig it?"
"Back in the U.S.S.R. I saw her standing there, - Long tall sally,
She's a woman with a devil in her heart & bad to me,
I'm a Bad boy & in spite of all the danger,
I've got a feeling - I'm in Love - can you dig it?"
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Patrol>(Extract-2C )
My orders were simple, - 'survey and gather information'.
'See, but do not be seen'. - 'Leave no trace'.
Seasoned though I was, I always treated each directive with calulation of risk; primarily of my own.
The task; as was sometimes the way of those who'd either yet to put themselves in harms way, or had manipulated themselves to avoid any front line activity, would need some degree of thoughtful assessment.
Even when instructed by those whose strategic knowledge accrured in previous comapaigns, evolution of the enemy's tactics is constant, - and it was my life on the line.
I looked over the overall theoretical method with due consideration before making my own judgement on how to achieve that which was desired.
Gathering my 'tools of the trade' I prepared myself and; as is my way, melted into the shadow of the night with intent.
I left the camp in silence and continued to do so as I made my way through the thickness of the bush.
The wetness of jungle rain was in the moments of travel, just a background monotone rhythm of sound.
When it was accompanied by the natural sound of crickets It gave a quite sombre reassurance.
However, when it stopped, I reverted into an automatic mode of alertness.
My orders were simple, - 'survey and gather information'.
'See, but do not be seen'. - 'Leave no trace'.
Seasoned though I was, I always treated each directive with calulation of risk; primarily of my own.
The task; as was sometimes the way of those who'd either yet to put themselves in harms way, or had manipulated themselves to avoid any front line activity, would need some degree of thoughtful assessment.
Even when instructed by those whose strategic knowledge accrured in previous comapaigns, evolution of the enemy's tactics is constant, - and it was my life on the line.
I looked over the overall theoretical method with due consideration before making my own judgement on how to achieve that which was desired.
Gathering my 'tools of the trade' I prepared myself and; as is my way, melted into the shadow of the night with intent.
I left the camp in silence and continued to do so as I made my way through the thickness of the bush.
The wetness of jungle rain was in the moments of travel, just a background monotone rhythm of sound.
When it was accompanied by the natural sound of crickets It gave a quite sombre reassurance.
However, when it stopped, I reverted into an automatic mode of alertness.
- It would not be long before I would be tested