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Entombed

Good afternoon, everybody! I’ve got another little piece today. Something sadder than the last one. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Entombed

The writing, my dear.

Scrawled there on the wall;

can you see it?

Those old runes…

What could they mean, my darling?

Chicken-scratch, sure.

But what if?

What if there is something to them?

What if it’s about us?

What if it means something?

All of it.

Can you read it?

Interpret for me the symbols of antiquity?

You always were smarter than me.

I am confused.

Something you’re all too familiar with.

It made me angry before.

Now?

A hollow sadness.

Memories and dreams reverberate through old and decrepit halls.

Could you…

Could you help me remember?

What am I doing here?

Where was I going?

Who are you?

Who…

Who am I?

Happy Webiversary!

Good afternoon, everybody! Today officially marks the full one-year anniversary of my first post on poemsbysam.com. I don’t have anything in particular planned for today, but I have a short and sweet poem that I wrote a while ago I think you might like. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Lost Planet

Shining there upon a far flung beach,

two suns and three moons

that illuminate

twinkling gemstones under an emerald sky,

reflections of those things that lie above.

She looks up at those stars,

those heavenly bodies,

and waits for one to return.

The only one.

Perhaps they’d sit under green skies

upon that red-tinged grass

and look out at the spear-whales

flying overhead

and great striders

crossing those shallow,

green seas.

Maybe they’ll have croissants.

Low Tide

Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…

Low Tide

Sunlight sprays and sparkles

as if it crests the wave

you see down there upon that beach.

The seas come down,

the tides recede,

and leaves are heard in trees behind.

The wind,

it blows,

and finds your every crease

and crevice.

Like the sun,

it illuminates

those hidden things

beneath your beautiful wings.

Harder days

have come and gone,

but end the day,

it’s you who’s won.

In times will be,

oh, the things you will see.

Certainly,

In times that will be.

Stellar Corona

Good afternoon, everybody! As we shuffle slowly into winter, I’ve got a nice little poem for you all about keeping the cold away. Not much else to add. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Halo

Filtered through those sunlit clouds,

warm rays give way to warmer shrouds.

They wrap around and they provide

a sense of calm I’d not before tried.

Not so worried

about the slurry

that no doubt comes

with coming flurries.

This Sun may shine,

a gracious sign,

that snow so clears

around the pines.

In the forest,

betwixt the trees,

stands the florist

whose wares escape the coming freeze.

The cold has never seemed so far away.