Tag: poetry
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Variation on a Theme
When we came into the ballroom it was all ablaze Bells ringing overhead and echoing through the hall where a symphony once played variations on a theme…
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The Upside Down
Less than a shade of memory a miasma of weak horror screaming at a rescuer who cannot hear…
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Odyssey in Waltz
I’ve come to the moon-white edge of truth washed ashore out of the great waters which carried you on gentle waves through a fever dream…
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Lightbulbs
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark…
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Open Sky Country
It was a green grass day in the hills and we lay in fields that thirsted for the sun…
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They Might Have Been Hazel
She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end…
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A City, Voiceless
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there…
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Fog Over Paradise
This is the mist that hangs over paradise across a land where music plays without a source…
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The Burden of the Sky
A low droning cry cuts through the morning still silence shattered by the call to prayer…
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Then Out Came the Rain
Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky the white glare across space and time…
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Tales of the Wicked and Brave
There must be fairytales written about this place tucked away on hidden shelves in some ancient library…
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This Mournful Day
Out of the morning comes screaming light columns of fire fallen upon an empty land aching to consume, desperate for absolution…
Mitchel David Ring 