Reverie...

There's many a splintered

heart to be plucked

from the endless

repertoire of reverie, 

where thought-up hells

and dreamed-up heavens

might come alive, 

at least until

some rooster proves

yet again that 

it cannot lie;

so the misty realms 

simply melt, for

they were but the 

susurrus of a sorceress,

not some fruition 

of augury; better still, 

for there's rivers

that even Heraclitus 

wouldn't dare step in...

◄ On the road...

Practised. ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 20th Mar 2025 19:59

Thank you, Martin, I really appreciate your kind comment! 😊

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Martin Elder

Thu 20th Mar 2025 15:22

I like this Holden not just for its clever use of words but also for its simple sense of poetry. Nice one

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 20th Mar 2025 13:31

Thank you, Graham! 😊

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 20th Mar 2025 05:54

Wow!! susurrus of a sorceress,

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