Tag: creative writing
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#138
Inverted sea,heaven-sent,the hoarfrost,billowing,covers the willow,covers the heart our fractured vessel,mended by grace,cries out,faith and fearin contention,courage, standing,stumbles forward
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#137
Old man,sat by the temple door,the three-pronged trident,once sanctified,became the instrument ofyour perdition, Old man,sat by the temple door,the words of the unknown prophetwhich established your fate before heaven,beckoned inour salvation
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#136
Exile,your anger smothered in thedust of Babylon,stumble onwards, exile,your home put up ahead of you,beyond moth or flames,stumble onwards,Buoyed upby inexorable breathof Life
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#135
Brazier of the beginning,having walked the circular path,spoke forth salvation, our feet,remembering not our promise,stained themselves with the dust ofBabel, you,knowing what was to bebefore the first star was born,laid down for us,a way
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#134
Wyrd wrought,the forest,shrouded in winter,keeps its silence the finches,in the silence,sing for those who wentthe crooked way, Brother,you and I, who were onceconsidered no more thandogs, have found ourselvesspoken for, the forest,Silent no longer,sings for the risenKing
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#133
Inverted,grey skies,the great ocean before usis as a feather in your eyes, Sun flower of my heart,In time, you too,will come to understandthe boundless depths ofgrace
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#132
Rhumy eyed,sacrilege,the plague bell soundsits dolorous note, Eden, untended,lives on only in memory Exile,August-sentthe temptation of tyrants,having stumbled along its wayends the way it always has
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#131
Mirror-child,your prismatic lens,invested in the Undoing,voids itself of tomorrow, Yesterday,saturated in the dust of grievancecannot bear to see itself rewritten From the tower,between the marble pillars ofour history,your self satisfied pen-stroke,shames us all before our fathers,equally
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# 129
Breath of Autumn,your leaves,brushed with gold-dustkeep their silence my love,the perennial hourglass,turning over,marks another page,another poem for your never-endingstory,a causal ribbon folded gentlybetween all our potential yesterdays,indelibly
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#128
Autumn-cladyour oil rending songwaxing,reminds me of homethe falling star,in its cholerstirred up more than dirt, amidst the heat,amidst the haze,our silence,ringing,plays itself out
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 