solemnity is a charred ego past
solemnity is a charred ego pastfuming like a serpent settlement
in the annals of the sacred
I hear tonalities of the old ways
soaring through the greens
while walking in slow spring
nailed burned and shot
is all the frosty darkness
history can muster
the harbingers of adoration
still fuzz in winds and streams
where heart is one
suddenness is more of the same
when the grey afternoon slur
rolls into big toothless thunder
darkness meets darkness
sinister ominous and dead
as adore you sits at the table
there are no buoyant truths
beneath the cherry tree
nor in the coming of rain
muster your skills and dance
there are mires moving
there is staleness in your way
the children could not see
the dead could not talk
the war raged until the end
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-19 at 13:53
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