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Man Versus Marlin

In and out the sea doth sway

Erasing mans death and decay.

An old man's struggle,

No net, no sail. Only a flag

of permanent defeat.

 

Great fish swimming around and around,

the reel running, a screaming sound.

A Marlin swims, the ultimate catch,

only days to see if luck they will have.

 

The men struggle and pray away,

A massive catch needed to save the day.

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The Consistency of Water

The clouds streak an arrow of neon green,

My shadow beneath,

Quivering in silence.

 

The sun, glistening through the holes in the patterns,

Showers its fluorescence across the earth below,

I stand in a section divided.

 

The sky is not yet Crimson in nature,

No, it sits still, below the stars, but above the trees,

How I remain stationary, though I sprint,

perplexes...

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Winterfylleth (October)

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Winterfylleth (October)

 

We die! We die!

scream the old men

of the trees,

as their grip slips

from skeletal fingers

holding them aloft.

 

They fall to earth

in a blaze of golden glory,

coming to rest

at the feet of

great oaks, sycamores,

birch and elms.

 

Rustling in their cardigans

of orange and amber

like dry skin

in...

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Decay

 

It can be said that fate waits for no one

It is almost a certainty in fact

 

But darkness with its spring heels waits alone

In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade

Curtained we go there and raise suspicion

We go when there is blood to sacrifice

We come back when there is left only bone

 

Like the needless prayers of a mother

We disappear in...

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