Sweet, though fragile maiden,
Awakes in spite of desolation -
Bruised, poor bludgeoned thing,
Serving the wicked a constellation.
A comet visible to the damned -
Men such like me;
That have prevailed through edged wit,
Knowing the horror, of disparity.
Its not been easy, has it?
Aware of nothing in grander sense.
Piling forth a willful drive,
Renounced of prior innocence.
In faith, to be revered,
By all that see the weight -
That has sprawled atop your conscience,
Triumph vivid, and taken shape.
Never to know the glee you brought
The sky, in your remorse;
Lest the land be covered in sin,
And life left broken, all the more.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello everyone! Good to see you. This is a simple tale brought about from my interactions with someone I've recently met. The style is an experiment, inspired by the poets of old. Just trying it out, really. Also to give the couplets a little more meaning. If you enjoyed the read, then I appreciate it immensely, and my job is considered done. On a side note, I used a few simple words to not take away from the message the poem is trying to relay. As always, thank you for reading and for stopping by.
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You say it's a simple tale but it's very enigmatic nevertheless. I can read into it but interpretation is best left to each reader. A much enjoyed read.
A very true statement. Thank you, Michael. I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
May that glee become wider known and more words like these be shown to us all. Good write Nicholas.
That's a hope I dearly cherish, Finch. Thank you for your kind words, and for stopping by.
Well your job was done because I thoroughly enjoyed this one!
In fact it’s a favourite.
Kind of romantic yet ‘broken’.
Gentle as a lullaby yet written like a eulogy.
Ahh, so you see it! It is in fact meant to be written in black and white. Never too much light without a little dark, is there?
Thank you for reading and for commenting. I'm glad that you enjoyed it, Syl.
It was my pleasure 🌒
A fine write Nicholas. There's no glee if I start singing though. lol.
Funny, that's what people tell me, haha. Thank you, Steve. I'm glad you stopped by.
Well, it's like this. I di not go to a Cat Show in the end. The cats may have thought I was trying to pick a fight with them - Meeeooowwwoooo! Ya hear me? lol.
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