Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…


Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

Kingdom of Heaven

Good morning, everyone. I hope you’ve all had a wonderful last couple weeks (especially without my writing cluttering up your feeds). Please enjoy the piece today! Without further ado…


Regicide

Painfully wrought

in chains of iron,

the things they’ve brought

of ash and ire.

I fall asleep

astride the clouds,

falling deep

into the crowds.

There is some meaning

to be gleaned

from things demeaning

and things uncleaned.

Unsafe again

inside my dreams.

There in the fen,

that fetid light gleams.

Perfect, porcelain, helmsman

who thought himself a vase,

pleasing, pristine, a madman

who thought himself in diapause.

One braggart

who swaggered

and told them all his plans.

Deserted now,

his many lands.