I've been gone for a little while -- first there was graduation and graduation party and then there was sick...I'll be around more often, though.

some screenshots from the past few days:
[=#006400]http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh267/S33dl1ng/1dumpSeednomnomnom.jpg (Ferns are tasty.)
http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh267/S33dl1ng/1dumpOkaaay.jpg
http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh267/S33dl1ng/1dumpSeedComplex.jpg (My daughter Complex and I, sleeping on the lake.)
While my morning was fairly uneventful, while I was running around....setless....after some unforseen incidents on a level beyond my rational understanding....I saw Scape asleep in the pond. I wnet over to see if I could wake him up. To my surprise, he actually did wake up! One set later, he and I started playing carosel deer.

We wandered around until we found a high stump. We played around with that a bit: I think my favorite thing, beyond Scape's "cower so the stump has his pictogram" move was the two of us laugh-sitting next to the stump, sort of like it was a table we were both sitting at, perhaps having lunch.

"I say, Scape, would you like to run around in a wide variety of silly ways?"
"That sounds quite enjoyable, Seed old chap."

((I'm feeling too sick to post a proper entry. But I figure the rain would he inspired Seed))

Raindrops

We sit and watch rain
fall onto the darkened lake.
Reflections ripple.

Grey World

The water is brightly blackened,
the reflections broken by raindrops.
The light that falls through the trees
is the grey light of underwater.
The rain-light corrupts the colors
of the flowers, mutates the shades
of every fern and every beast.
We shiver in the chill of the rain
that rots away our strength,
makes us sleepy and reflective
as the surface of the rippling pond.
But today
there are candles
that seem very bright.


Seed's Poetry Collection

Instead of posting an entry about today's drama, here are a few poems. Points to those who can guess the forms being used.

Birch Forest Love Poem

I run with you across the hills,
and chase you through gold-tipped grass.
When you're near me, I get chills,
so I run with you across the hills.
I know these aren't just quick thrills,
no -- we're trying to stop each second's pass
while you run with me across the hills,
and chase me through the gold-tipped grass.

Tears of an Idol

Her tears fall and flow,
cascade into a river
that only widens.

The Piece of the Forgotten

They are encrusted with vines,
the walls of this old chapel.
The dead knew their peace here,
and people came reliably.

The walls of this old chapel
are disused and delapitated.
People came reliably,
and it was sacred.

Disused and delipitated,
it becomes a great puzzle.
And it was sacred!
It is nothing but a pile of memories.

It becomes a great puzzle,
That dead know their peace here --
they are nothing but a pile of memories,
and those are encrusted with vines.


Seed's Poetry Collection

[=#006400] To describe time in the forest is the dream of a mad-deer: there are flashes of winter, or ast least of snow, a day's worth of night or sunset, and then daylight and spring forever once more. There is no end, one might surmise, because there is no time, only duration, only deer happening one after another. Maye the truth is, we, like the trees, can be so ancient that time itself has no meaning to us: maybe the snowfalls are ice ages, that nights are the deaths of the stars, that our springs are simply all we have time to perceive before the years slip by. Still, I will say that I felt like my sleep schedula had changed, that I was awake before I normally was: perhaps we keep time by the motions of other deer: Magnet or Scape usually comes along a while after I wake up, Payton used to wake up around the same time as me....Perhaps without her, I can no longer know when to wake up.

Still, there was a familiar face around, not long after I awoke: Walter. We had a rather full time of it: we watched some fights, we ran around, he met a doe, he cowered from said doe....

We got antler spells cast on us....we did some sparring after I got the big antlers ^^

He got the stubby antlers cast on him. I felt a little bad for laughing...after he ran away and hid from shame. After I understood what he meant, I tried pointing out he could just sneeze the &*$% things off. But I had to go and cast a big pair of antlers on him. I had to take a nap after that.

The Butterflies

A flicker of light
flutters through clustering blooms,
hinting at blue and purple as it moves.
It soars and darts among its fellows,
dancing on some fickle wind.
they swarm and fall apart,
Identical until one sees
the tiny markings on their wings,
the silver veins, the blue-white dust.
They hide among the lilacs
and are stirred up,
like memories,
only by hoofbeats,
by laughter.


Seed's Poetry Collection

[=green] Heya, everyone!
I'm a little excited about the pictures of something I did tonight, so I'll rush a bit through the early stuff.
I ran into Walter-woman (Or, I think it was Walter-woman. I once mistook another deer for Walter, and I've never been confident in my ability to recognize his pictogram since.) There was strutting and costume-changes, and other forms of amusement. I guess she knew I was down in the dumps, for I got a good dose of cuddles: two at a time only, please . If you go into a third, I'll feel like things are getting too serious, and you know...I...I can't do that. I know you'll understand....right?

My favorite shot from my adventures this morning. It was an accident, but one can never afford to be too pious.

((I've decided to try writing these a day after, since I never write them on the same day. Yeah. Also, I think I will begin putting my funny/other sorts of screenshots in the pictures section, to keep the 'new diaries' section from getting congested))

[=green]
I wake up to the gentle pattering of rain. The cooloness, coming down like the tears of an idol whose face looms in an unknown sky, is enoch to relax me, and the weary melencholy of the last few weeks breaks like the raindrops hitting the ground. I run to the water, watching the ripples spread from lake and rain mingling with a moment of joy in my heart. I jump in, exhuberently.

Fast-forward. 21, a deer I don't know, and I, are playing beneath the big willow tree in the rain. I feel myself growing uneasy, and suddenly, I remember the last time it rained: I went beneath the willow tree with a doe that day, too. Not the way I am now, the play of friends who merge with trees, and lie back on the water. I mean I was with Payton. My heart twinges, the way it always does these day when I am by the river, and I see a fawn wearing poppies. Like the ghost of Eurydice, the certainty, the simmilarity, vanishes after but the briefest glimpse, just enough to remind me that I miss her. Understand, please, reader of my soul. I am not thinking about other does, or even the possibility of other does. I do not think she no longer cares for me, or has abandoned me. There was a period when we were fawns when I didn't see her at all, and missed her much like I miss her now. I believe she'll be back, sooner or later. Besides, I know my heart well enough: I wouldn't stop waiting, or missing her.

I've been thinking: On one hand, I like doing a lot of lyrical stuff with Seed.

On the other hand, I also like having practical journal entries....
I've never been fully comfortable with having both in the same entry, strange as that sounds...

so I figured, maybe I'll have two different types of entries?

I'll have "What Seed Did Today" entries, which are like most of my diary entries now: Seed, with some pictures, chronicalling the day's antics, if there are any worth noting.
and then there'll be what I'm tenatively calling "Bearing Witness," which will be a slightly more artsy account of a day's events, or a period's events, or Seed's emotional state and observations about the forest.
Both of these will be written from Seed's perspective, and I consider both perspectives a valid part of Seed's inner life. There's the part of Seed that hangs out with his friends, goofs off, tries to please....and then there's the part of Seed that watches, analyzes, dreams...and if feeling tired or lonely, mopes horribly...

I think that some times just one type of entry will be used, other days, both; sometimes, neither. It depends on the day (or period)

or maybe I should just keep things the way they are; this is awful complicated sounding....
any opinions?