Golden effulgence, grant us life.
Without you, only cold dark reigns;
a lifeless rock like the others
but your nearness within perfect.
Orange dappled blazes, much strife
do you bring with a blitz of rains.
Our waters hot, storms to smother.
We are also to blame, unchecked.
Crimson destroyer, stay your hand.
Though we may already lie dead
give another chance to thrive
from our selfishly putrid graves.
There is no more homeland for man.
Starless, there is no daily bread.
Black, absent anything alive.
The duty of Life-Bringer waived.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
