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Since every group needs them, here are our rules.
We accept images (photos, manipulations, drawings, paintings) and words (poetry, prose, etc). Words : The texts submitted must be in English and/or French. Other languages are welcome, but with a translation in French or in English below.The moderators must be able to understand what is written.
This group is dedicated to the 5 classical elements. It can be literal or metaphorical, so portraits and poetry - emotional or not- related with the elements are welcome!
Seven (7) deviations per week per person for all folders (except for the "words" folder which are limited to one (1) deviation per day), all deviations are subject to vote. It doesn't need to be "the best of the best of the best", but any proposed art must be completed and of good quality. Please submit in the correct folder, your submission will be rejected if you don't. If we have declined it, you can also ask why and we will gladly explain the reasons as to why we couldn't accept it. Please remember, the art is critiqued, not you.
Nudes are allowed, if related to the elements. No pornography, no racism, etc. And courtesy, of course, is a must. This point is of the utmost importance.
Two folders are named "Dark Matter" (Images and words). The world of the dead - the underworld - is for us a part of the 5 elements. These folders are for your darker work.
This is not a pagan group. Pagans are welcome as are monotheists, atheists, agnostics and everyone else in between! As long as your work fits our themes: The 5 Elements and the darker side of life.
Have fun with the beauty of the elements and its underworld!
SPECIAL FEATURE #26: TO ATLANTIS PART II/IIIWELCOME TO ATLANTIS PART II : EARTH, GOLD, PLEASURE AND DECADENCESPECIAL FEATURE #26: TO ATLANTIS PART II/III by *lombregrise
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first part :
after the poll...
QUEEN OF ATLANTIS
Ice that burns 1 by ~iomaSaty
I am by Zachar Rize by ~IlonaShevchishinaMorning Glory by ~Vitaly-Sokol
SPECIAL FEATURE #25: TO ATLANTIS PART IHAVE A GREAT SUMMERSPECIAL FEATURE #25: TO ATLANTIS PART I by *lombregrise
Photo of the season
No text today - problem with the thumbs - sorry
WELCOME TO ATLANTIS (part I)
At the heart of the rock by *fb101
boho by ~LisbethPhotography
shelf life by *andre-jHaving a good Time by *Zurmuehle
Summer flavours by *Saju90Midas Touched Himself by *3feathers
enchanteresse by ~poivre
WaterA’ chuairt na h-aibhne,The whirl of the river,Water by ~diddles25
A’ ruith a dh’ionnsaigh na mara,Rushing towards the sea,
An sileadh sin o fuaran,That trickling from a spring,
Air bheirsinn leis an fhrasachd-fairge…Borne by the rain of the ocean…
A’ mhuir, on tàinig uile beatha…The sea, from which all life came…
Na beathaichean ‘s na lusan ‘dh’èirichThe fauna and flora who rose
O na tuinn, ‘cinntinn air an tìr sin…From the waves, thriving on that land…
Air tìr no tonn, on tòiseachadh fhìn,On land or wave, from the very beginning,
Feum againn gum biodh air sin a bhaWe would need that which we
Sinn eòlach air on tùs sa’ mhachlag-mara…Knew since the beginning in the womb of the sea…
Am bradan glic gun snàmh on abhainnThe wise salmon that shall swim from the river
Dham mhuir ‘s gun till ‘rith’st;To the
FireRiaghlaidh an t-soillse Ghrèine sinn…The light of Grian shall govern us…Fire by ~diddles25
On tiot’ rugadh Ise, ‘n Talamh,From the moment that She, the Earth, was born
Gus an siubhail a’ Chruinne àrsaidh,Until the ancient orb shall die,
Dheàrrs an teine Ghrèin’ air aghaidh…The fire of Grian shone in its face…
Am blàths gun do dh’fhairich sinne umainnThe warmth that we felt about us
Anns an t-adhar fad ‘s gun tàinig sinn àsIn the air as we emerged from
Tuinn na mara, dhan t-soillse ghealWaves of the sea, to the bright light
‘Thigeadh feum ri ùine ‘bhith aig uile,That all would come to need in time,
Stiùiridh Is’ a’ Bheath’ ar dachaighe…She steers the life of our home…
O na craobhan is na dosan, na luchd sinFrom the trees and the bushes, those
Gum beir measan, cinnidh
FloraCraobh a’ ruigheachd on tìr dhan speur,A tree reaching from the land to the heavens,Flora by ~diddles25
Trom leis a’ mheas mhòir an t-samhraidh…Heavy with the great fruits of summer…
An darach ‘s an t-uinnseann, as treasaThe oak and the ash tree, the mightiest
Nan craobhan. Daraich mhaireannachOf the trees. Everlasting oaks
A cheangail sinne ris an rìoghachdWhich we linked to the realm of the
Nan naomh, craobh mhòr gun do thairg mòran…Sacred, a great tree that offered much…
An t-uil-ìoc gun cinn uaithe, brosnachadhThe mistletoe that shall grow from it, encouraging
An t-sradag gheal na slàint’, an torrachais…The bright spark of health, of fertility…
An t-uinnseann a dhìon sinn o dhraoidheachdThe ash tree which protected us from evil
Uilc, thargaireadh is dh’ath-ghineadh…Magic, that would foretell and that would regenerate…
‘N t-uath a dhìon sinn
AirMharbhadh àil’ air leth sinn…A different atmosphere would kill us…Air by ~diddles25
Leis a’ chobhair chaoimh Ghrèine ‘gus naWith the kind aid of the Sun and of
Mara, sgriosaidh ‘s leigh’sidh an aimsirThe Sea, the weather shall destroy and heal
‘N t-àite seo gu bheil air a bhith arThis place that has been our
Dachaigh tro na linntean…Home through the ages…
A’ ghaoth a’ lìonadh nan seòl gealThe wind filling the bright sails
Nan luingean gun do shiubhail thairis na mara,Of the ships that travelled across the sea,
Gar gabhail ris na tìrean ar n-àraich…Taking us to the lands of our raising…
Na muileanan nach tionndaidheadh gun am bruthadhThe mills that would not turn without the pushing
Na gaoithe, ‘meileadh ar cruithneachd…Of the wind, grinding our wheat…
Manannan mac Lir, ‘s e stiùiridh ‘n aimsir,Manannan, son of
Nihilku I (fr/en)Anniversaires -Nihilku I (fr/en) by *lombregrise
traînées de lune pendues
au bord des tombes
moon trails dangling
on graves' edges
Frantz, 25 Juillet 2013
La Creation ou l'EtherA l'aube des temps,La Creation ou l'Ether by ~ptitjo
A l'aurOre de l'Histoire,
Une ride sur le miroir,
De l'éCume du néant
Dans le Creuset de l'univers
Naquit la matière.
Dans le CHaudrOn bOuillOnnant,
Par la main du grand Hérétique,
Une féCOndation stellaire
Dans les brumes alCHimiques
Enfanta d'une spHère.
Il fit fOndre le CHaOs Originel
Pour en extraire l'essence,
Pour établir l'Ordre et le sens
Mêlant mercure sOuffre et sel.
De l'embryOn primOrdial
S'écOulèrent les fluides
Sur la surfaCe Humide
De l'Œuf philOsOpHal,
Ils étaient au nOmbre de quatre :
L'eau, le feu, l'air, la terre.
Ainsi nés dans Cet âtre,
COagulant en un sOuffle de vie,
Vapeurs de l'étHer,
Pour bâtir l'aujOurd'Hui.
Voici pour plus de lisibilité:
A l'aube des temps,
A l'aurore de l'histoire,
Une ride sur le miro
lovecraft's oceansometimes i drown in memories
of bathymetric echoes
and those mad gods
vomiting up litanies and minerals
poised and lethal
in the deep.
and darling there are
s t a r s
down there in the dark
in the space stirred only by those pale ghosts
and spinning galaxies
and i need to be
i need the salt on my tongue
in my lungs
and the mortality snowing down
grey drifts of whalebone and squidflesh
f a l l i n g
to that last
and i will never stop loving the ocean
because our deepest love is reserved for our deepest fears.
a dragonfly wing—
her hair fans
in the water, and
the sun bleeds.
Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.
Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,
leave us trappe
The clear resonance of the empty North(A title-poem // see the comment)
This morning, in the land of war,
the sky is clear and cold;
in a mild-winter, perhaps purgatory,
I wear the scent of blood in little white dresses.
Before the stars faded in the wispering silences,
a mouthfull of sky - with empathy for the lovers -
found me before I knew
la rêverie océane.
Thy pale death, o day, enchants me not.
Dark Mother, Aristotle got it right:
no temple for Euridice
sous les neiges éternelles,
full moon, ethereal
- they will always charm, I’m sure
on receipt of dead love.
Blue like a winter sky,
eternity comes of ether and animosity;
sweet nothings on
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