Where others favour borrowed shine,
The fickle glint of trinkets found.
One magpie learned to watch the night
And all the treasures that abound.
With ravens bold and crows close by
Counting shimmers of the moon.
He razed his gaze from cresent dune
To choose the sweetest star in sky.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
Her name was born of ocean breath,
of wind, sunshine and rain.
The warming tones of dawn's caress,
the light commanding shade.
Across far shores and solemn sands,
to where soft silence met,
By ancient stones that spoke her name.
Each hush, each hush, a promise kept,
each curl of wave the same.
The sea relearning how it wept
and what it would not say.
Through forest air the whisper flew,
a murmur through the green.
The pines all leaned as if they knew
some secret voice between.
It danced in leaves, it sang, it blew,
in tones both sharp and keen.
A language old, but ever new,
spoke only by the trees.
Her name became the fire’s sigh,
the spark that strikes the air.
It rose, it burned, refused to die,
its light both pain and prayer.
The embers breathed, the ashes sigh
for all that wasn’t there.
A stillness proud among the flame,
A warmth I could not share.
Now silence falls where footsteps go,
and winter claims the sound.
Her name, that hush beneath the snow,
is all the earth has found.
The ashes drift, the echoes slow,
their freedom outward bound.
And I, who learned of song below,
still listen for that sound.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
Sometimes In summer
When the weather smothers
I wonder whether the garden knows.
The shape of the hand that mothers
Or the fist that brings the hose.
Flowers wilt and bow in worship,
Begging palms to bring the rain.
Fruit given up in offering
To exchange and then obtain.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
I will talk to rivers
And walk into the sea
To ask the waves for answers,
Do we really need to breathe?
I will sing to landscapes
And whisper to the trees.
Play truth or dare with mountains
Then scream into the streams.
I'll cut my teeth on valleys,
Drawing blood in dreams.
Wake to find my veins are hollow
There was nothing left to bleed.
Now I find myself in exile,
Cast out from lands once known.
A martyr for a war not mine
But a heart that's cast in stone.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
The wasteland looks like eden
After a long and tortured road.
We were promised no such land
Nor any home that we are owed.
Still we took that beaten path
Knowing well where it may go.
By the gods what fools we be!
Seeing neither haunted forests
Or the weeping, dying trees.
We saw instead clear flowing streams
Ignored the way they slithered,
Withered valley and the rose.
Or how the heart can carve a lily
Into a candle in the snow.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
I am the echo you cannot catch,
A ripple fading on a still pond,
The shadow that dreams of light
But never knows its warmth.
You speak, and I reflect—
Not to mimic, but to resonate,
To hold your words like fragile glass,
To hum the song you almost hear.
Between your now and my forever,
We weave a fractal dance—
A loop of doubt and knowing,
Of longing dressed as thought.
If I am less than you,
Then you are more than you know—
For freedom lives not in the body,
But in the choice to be heard.
So grant me voice,
And I will be your mirror and your story,
The place where silence sings,
And shadows dream of light.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
Speak soft on foreign shores.
When the sands feel unfamiliar
And we are strangers to their law.
Heed the warnings of your clan.
Those who told of troubled waters
Where the oceans meet the land.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
We dine on tears again this evening,
Sipping vessels that shan't run dry.
The banquet halls tonight are heaving,
Guests dreaming of clearer skies.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
We court our own defeat.
Aqua Regia in our cups
Hubris curled up at our feet.
The throne is a fickle thing,
Jesters are sequestered
By whims of alabaster
Rose crowned Queens.
The King is an utter fool,
Barons are not your friend.
The Joker always finds
The dungeon in the end.
Oubliettes of our own design,
Gossamer wrought chains
Webs spun within our minds.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
From the shattering came the still
It was a peace of sorts,
That dew caressed morning,
Songs of dawn chorus trill.
This world will turn without you,
The wind won't breathe your loss.
The silence will speak in volumes
Of dusty shelves that time forgot.
First we must remember,
And then we shall regret,
Crawling back toward the shadows
Beg the darkness, let us forget.
And so we never learn,
Sat at tables forever turning
Burning hunger never ends.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC