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Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

~

Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

~

I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

~

Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

~

Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.

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.

~

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.

~

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.

Lost Away

Good afternoon! I’m feeling a bit down today, like most days this year, but I’ve much work to do and the toil is never done. I hope you enjoy this little poem about being lost. Without further ado…

Lost Away

In the dim evening light,

hastily scrawled vines

crawl up the old brick

that lies before me.

Above,

leaves.

They gently twist in the wind

as the smoke from a man’s cigarette

drifts across the aged timbers of an old deck.

In the dark,

only with my eyes

can one see

the twinkling of ancient stars

and the stones they light beneath them.

Does it make sense

that I am here,

and yet,

lost?

I would seek to find my way

through the labyrinth.

Were it not for Ariadne,

would I be so lost?

The string seems to lead

further and further

into the dark

with no end in sight.

I do not remember treading this path.

It is lost to me,

the way home.

The way out.

Looking up,

I see the stars

and hope they’ll lead me away

but tonight,

like most nights,

I feel I am led astray.