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Maelstrom
20260325
Into the maelstrom once again;
that’s how it is
whenever you are here.
If only I could find
some way to thwart the pull
you have on me
whenever you are near.
Blocks
20260324
Everyone and everything
that you can see
or imagine
is a noun.
Everything you can do
or ever did
is a verb.
Everything that describes
those things
or actions
or people
is an adverb or an adjective.
How you set
those blocks together—
their architecture—
that's your poetry.
Once
20260323
There once was a time—
it is this time…
the time in which you sit
right now—
when all was nearly lost,
and few would raise a cry
above the throng
to call a beast a beast
and right the wrong.
Take up your pen;
it is the only sword
that may prevail.
The Wind
20260319
The wind cries low—
not anymore of her,
but of the many things
that we have lost.
We cannot know
nor can we ever say
that brighter days will come
and quell the frost.
Will no one go
and rid us of this curse?
At Ten
20260317
At ten the world
grows cold again.
At ten the night
grows still, and then
the fairy folk
call from the glen
and all is lost
at ten…
at ten…
Calling
20260307
I called to you—
no answer came.
My hope was set
upon your name.
No faith of mine
could serve or save—
my future sank
beneath the wave.
But then in dark
and deepest gloom,
came fast the sound
that broke all doom.
No faith of mine
expected this,
but new faith came—
release and bliss!
Prometheus
20260310
I brought knowledge…
flame…
the keys
wrought to unlock
free will
and peace—
release from all
that kept them scrabbling,
scratching in the dark.
And what
returned to me
for that bright gift?
Yellow
20260309
Yellow
is the loneliest color—
at least that's what
the sun just said to me.
The sun should know,
I guess—
he is the one
who fans the colors out
all in a row.
Linger
20260221
The last few leaves of autumn
will often wait to fall
till early March—
or so it is
in neighborhoods
like this—
I'm not sure
whether forests work
that way.
