[Soaring Feather]

Wounded Hearts

Amber hues
Rich Jasmine,
Camomile aromas
silvery threads
interlacing a wounded heart
flashes of the red times
move over the valley
of haunting spirits.

Bending willows
circle the weir...

Hearts residue
of clinging ash
filter down
ungirded loins...
left innocent...
in wonder
of when the
candle dance ended.

bentfeather
a/k/a HML
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[Radix]

Across the silver morning sky

Some certain cynic gazes

 

Looming in the winter morning light

Attitude and rage a poet's scorn thrives

 

What is light without darkness

Great darkness after all lives

 

Look within first and then about

 

Find the rage in me if you can

Patience is not a real virtue

 

Cursed  would not wield sword

I know more of Created Light

 

My Epee'

Je connais

C'est? Say!