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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.

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.

Pillars in the Sand

Good morning, everyone! I have literally just written today’s poem. In class. Not paying much attention. I am a terrible student. I am a much better writer. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Sad Little Architect

Does it feel the way it always felt?

The way those certain words were spelt,

it feels…

Something is in all the wrong places.

Only You

are in its graces.

Built upon pillars of smoke and shadow,

this castle stands before fields most fallow.

Searching for the light of Apollo

or something meaningful to follow.

Lacking guidance,

meaning

and feeling

has left me unduly reeling.

Hallowed stones might sink beneath the sands,

ushered on by hallowed hands.

It is hard to recognize these lands.

Not a single thing which you have built still stands.