Recalled time lost many ages ago,
Black-fur dons his skin.
Each perspective wavers to pass,
All before and once again.
Outside or inside, the box holds no mysterious presence.
No enigmatic cur, not a single branch.
Fortuitously confined by societal normality,
A past most wished rescind.
Deranged, an attempt to asphyxiate begins against
The padding of the room you're in.
Chromatic linen laced in the river,
Spreading far amongst all that's known.
Ambiance obligingly mended, the reflection in the water
Shows naught but how much you've grown.
If left is right, and right is wrong,
Simply go down the middle
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello everyone! The name is Nick. I'm a poet who didn't know it, and here I am once again after dealing with many of life's troubles. I'm the same as everyone else, but also different. Of course that much of everyone else is true too. Funny guy, huh? I try. Anyways, this work was a depiction of a thought I had. "If people who only go through the flow desire 'Living', then the people who are alive contemplate 'Death')". Scary thought, huh? Well, I guess you could say I'm a pariah. Many thanks for the read, and I hope you enjoyed. If you happen to have a specific work you'd like me to read, please do let me know. Alrighty then folks, Jana! - That's Japanese for "See you later." :D
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Oops, this has appeared as a fine Greek poem. Be with ya in a couple of hours, after I've translated it. I can, ya know. It need not stay 'all Greek' to me! lol.
I dunno why that always happens xD
A sublime abstract muse written in an interesting evocative style. Kudos.
So nice to read from your ink again, Pleez do review/comment my newest poem too.
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