Why Inspirational? because Richard Cederberg "Tempest" have a counterpart and that's "Calm" (a kind of uninvited collaboration if I may, put the two togheter and see what you get).
When Richard wrote and dedicated "Tempest" to me, it was my fault not to aknowledge his kindness in my review, but I was at the time of finishing reading his poem the second time that my head was in turmoil by a Muse screaming Answer! Answer!! Answer!!!
I couldn't immediately, words need to get ready, not just written down (the Beast was doing things in the tunnel)
This is for Sir Richar Cederberg, a poet, a kind soul and a friend.
A child born because god Loki the Mischievous
intervened when he was feeling in a funny mode,
letting my father wander into the fog of indifference,
and forgetting to tell the woman that she was my mother.
Thor announced my arrival with his hammering
in the skies under where Homer the Iliad wrote,
my name wouldn’t be Ulysses by all means, but,
more like Polyphemus with an eye to be poke.
After life’s “Tempest” should death be the Calm?
are all hiding on Tibet’s Potala, house of anecdotes,
where spirits wander no more on the world’s roof
but fall down like snow, our most final footnotes?
Is Heimdall saluting Ragnarok a little of ourselves,
like Skoll the wolf devouring the sun we devote
in search of fortune to spew pollution on our terra
as unstoppable everything melts away on the poles.
Perhaps one day a Light will come from the East,
but by then, we will drowning like mice, not afloat,
after living so long making all “Tempest” mother
Calm will be not follow, only apocalyptic fireboats.
I was born by the time of Noah’s Ark, or much before,
when the gods created a Valhalla, but not for man,
because...he, that so heartedly make all the storms is
not worthy after sowing “Tempest” to harvest the Calm.
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Reviews of "Tempest & Calm"
Reviewed by Nancy Meeks (Reader)
Reviewed on August 16, 2007
This is the part I like: letting my father wander into the fog of indifference,
and forgetting to tell the woman that she was my mother.
Nancy Meeks
Georg
You truly are a Master
Of mythology, and reading your work
Gives me great pleasure procuring Knowledge
I've never imagined
And this piece is testiment.
Peace Brother
William
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2007
Beautiful and such power, Georg!
"...after sowing “Tempest” to harvest the Calm" and far away in a hiding place, does Loki giggle?
Georg, this is an awesome classic and the last verse captures it all. I bow once more to your pen Master Poet. PLB&G for caring and sharing. Is this not music you are both creating? Your write sings. <Mikii>
"The beast was doing things in the tunnel"
Oh man can I relate to that line dear Georg.
The juxtaposition you have created here gives a sense of balance to both writes. Thankyou! The somber portend in your fifth strophe gives me chills. I will, however, never give up hoping and praying for the Eternal Light from the East, Christ Jesus, to arrive to usher this crazy world into a thousand years of peace and prosperity.
Perhaps one day a Light will come from the East,
but by then, we will drowning like mice, not afloat,
after living so long making all “Tempest” mother
Calm will be not follow, only apocalyptic fireboats.
A most wonderful dedication to Sir Richard, and a most captivating epic poem, Georg. And I truly wonder if it isn't also very prophetic.
and forgetting to tell the woman that she was my mother.
Nancy Meeks
Love Tinka
You truly are a Master
Of mythology, and reading your work
Gives me great pleasure procuring Knowledge
I've never imagined
And this piece is testiment.
Peace Brother
William
"...after sowing “Tempest” to harvest the Calm" and far away in a hiding place, does Loki giggle?
Ted
Heimdall(improvised)
Masterful write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Oh man can I relate to that line dear Georg.
The juxtaposition you have created here gives a sense of balance to both writes. Thankyou! The somber portend in your fifth strophe gives me chills. I will, however, never give up hoping and praying for the Eternal Light from the East, Christ Jesus, to arrive to usher this crazy world into a thousand years of peace and prosperity.
Blessings and thanks fine gentleman ...
Richard
Thanks,
Dan
A wonderful ode you pen to Richard Cedarberg; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Captivating and in a most unique and intelligent spectacle of a write..
but by then, we will drowning like mice, not afloat,
after living so long making all “Tempest” mother
Calm will be not follow, only apocalyptic fireboats.
A most wonderful dedication to Sir Richard, and a most captivating epic poem, Georg. And I truly wonder if it isn't also very prophetic.