Through bitter wind and bitter sand--
a drop of pearl, seeded
-ran
Depthless black,
Through waters shimmer
needless
gleaming, burning, screaming
infantile fire---
un-engorged simplicity among the wrath of ancient gods
Beneath the fury of his breath
lies,
unintentioned,
and well knnown,
symphonies of captured foes
A simplistic course of action, follows;
when left alone with corpses falling
and sins begin the gentle descent towards,
corrode.
Harmony and tribulation,
twist and turn as one.
a single strand of bleeding hope
among the cracked fingers of the lute player.
















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I also like how it flowed.
Great job
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among the cracked fingers of the lute player.
beautiful words crackie...
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Nice. Very nice.
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Very interesting poem you have here, it gives a series of images in the head first it seems to start off as a bitter taste which them moves on to a thing of beauty which is the pearl. Then things start to turn dark if not darker, it seems to give a vision of hell or something similar to that concept for the fire part reminded me of such then I go on and read the part about “symphonies of captured foes” of course they won’t be singing in happiness but in pain and sufferings. There were two spelling mistakes but that’s no biggie for I still knew what words you wanted to use and that worked out well.
“unintentional,
and well known,”
Also the description of the lute player seems so unique, how entrapped in what seems like a cell or prison but yet hope still exists in him/her. Good job
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