"Ring True (poem)" by Crissy Gottberg

Hullo! Beautiful poem! *quickly does the first-comment-dance* So...did you ever find out who that mysterious man of mystery was? I hope you did and if you haven't, I hope you do. And now...I shall reread it! *melts* no i never did but i have hope

*does the second-comment-dance* lol. Is there one in the first place?! Anyway, if mystery was what you were tryin to get across, that's thr message I got. This is so beautiful!! You have an exceptional talent. My attention never wandered away whilst reading this. *smiles* I'm so glad. That is what i was going for, something that would make whoever ringtrue is give me an answer.

Hmmm, very wistful. It gives me a very mythical feel and evokes a lot of emotion. I agree with just about everyone else who left a comment, you have a glorious talent. Don't waste it. ^_~  you all make me want to go out and write a dozen poems

12\23\01 Face to open sky I pull awareness into heart and soul. My form young with ready smile, paired golden eyes and ancient mind that sees unwritten ledger of ID at will to know.
What need have you to contact me when in the wood we meet and share those things that touch the heart beyond the flesh that beats. You've seen my face but once inside your home and only once in carriage since then. A prisoner you thought I was and yet your bars could not be bent. An opening came to you and you gave knowledge of your plight to me of far off friend. I knew when I first eyed your lovely face having eyes that truly SEE. I spoke not of it to you, or him, for people in this place in time would not appreciate the trust that comes from seeing eyes of mind. You told me of a path to take to find you in the wood, so once again I greet you friend and wish for you all fair and good.
Return I will to wood to find your message in one wave of my hand. So until that time watch in the glass for one that guards the keep and dream of gardens in the wood while peacefully you sleep.And still i can not tell your name though it tickles at my mind. Images you partake give me thought, but dare i give voice to what i think? perhaps in time.

It is not really any great matter who I am or where you know me from. It is much more important that I leave my message, Right???

For the most part true, except for the nawing curiosity, and the knowledge that i should know who you are, but can not seem to place you. The only guesses i have made do not fit completley.

Again this side of orb turned to face the sun and shines on land of sky so big, yet wind is chill and ground is thick with ice of course you know of this.?
There is so much to tell in the story of ringtrue my eyes are golden/hazel my hair so black with shades of blue. Of average height, a workmans build, a voice soft and rumbling speach as thunder in the yon, a keen awareness sensing joy or evil as it comes. A father passed, a mother who has not earned such a right. One sister and seven brothers sread across this land all made of light.
Ringtrue was taught as those of my ancestry were the whispered light within the dark. As yet unspeaking with the mouth i understood the language of the heart.
So many spans that was, it seems so far away. The knowledge of it all remains against a needing day.
So what you ask of give i now you'll know it not is vain. Send me then your answer with those words of warm spring rain. Box 2091 58502

"who are you?" i have been asked by minds that cannot see the answer in their words."where are you from?" they seem to think that one place besides the one in which we all exist is real, yet are blind to all the doors.
You know me, i told you on the talking box "i am the who, the why, i'm from the where and when. I spoke my name and heard your tantalizing cries as i told you how agian, and yet again.
I am the one who sits in shadows having mind so full of light. The one who walks in darkness seeking dragonlords in flight. I help the weathered lady cross the street on poured arm shape of blood warmed steel. The kings gaurds know my name and haply find me slinging at their side when thngs are at the worst with unmatched skill.The green eyed girl i pass betimes looks into my eyes, she sees my soul. As well, i see she carries unpent raging fire it makes me shy, why??, one so...... And so!!!!!!.
My mind is of the wiserds realm. My heart of dragon berth. To give is all my purpose whilst i walk this plane called earth. Do not think me grossly rich or poor neither am i low and grub or high and steep. For all that know my words ringtrue, my soul defines thrumdeep..

But you do know who i am. That is the whole of the point. As far as your guesses not fitting entirely, you only knew me in part when you left and what i have given you is the greater part you missed out on. Yet still you have not seen all.

Here all the days go by as i wait for my call to rise, i blink and where they were is gone, these clouds in mental skies.
Betimes, i see a one as glorious as the day, and laugh at the rumbling voice behind those demon clouds of lies.
Twas said i thought i knew so much but words not forth from i. I thought i knew naught one small jot compared with all that is. So i have searched and sifted through a thousand souls who lived in tears.
I think im' young but hear i oft my eyes are old and strong.
It minds me none ive been set down right where i surst belong.
How is it i can hear the birds and know the sign they say or hear the snakes and packs of wolves to tell them yay or nay.
When i look into anothers eyes and see them as they are and treat them well while knowing it will not be gained in kind then what of it? All will workout it all began from one great mind.
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