adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
SPONTANEOUS MEDITATION ON THE TRANSLUCENCY OF WRITTEN WORDS (5-7-17, 10:10pm, Cathedral City ('Cove'), California)
('A Little, Itty-Bitty, 420, Q/A Ditty')
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#rebellion
#military
518 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
SPONTANEOUS MEDITATION ON THE TRANSLUCENCY OF WRITTEN WORDS (5-7-17, 10:10pm, Cathedral City ('Cove'), California)
('A Little, Itty-Bitty, 420, Q/A Ditty')
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#rebellion
#military
518 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
SPONTANEOUS MEDITATION ON THE TRANSLUCENCY OF WRITTEN WORDS (5-7-17, 10:10pm, Cathedral City ('Cove'), California)
('A Little, Itty-Bitty, 420, Q/A Ditty')
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#rebellion
#military
518 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
18th Aug 2017 3:15am
SPONTANEOUS MEDITATION ON THE TRANSLUCENCY OF WRITTEN WORDS (5-7-17, 10:10pm, Cathedral City ('Cove'), California)
('A Little, Itty-Bitty, 420, Q/A Ditty')
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
Q:
at what point
does outer
translucency
ever become
completely
opaque
A:
only whenever
it becomes
too overly
self conscious
of itself
~
yet still
even then
its only
succumbing
to a translucent
delusion
in which
it only seems
to have become
from invisible
thoughts
into clusters
of ink filled
words
newly opaque
to itself
alone
yet still
remains
translucent ...
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#rebellion
#military
518 reads
2 Comments
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