Oblivion

Nicholas Browning

 

Aloof on the gravel path engraved

Where vacant reeds and lilies play,

Chilling air rolls in by fog

And casts a darkness over the day.

 

Battered down the chapel road

 Walked on morning's weeping nigh,

Effusive greetings turned sullen throws

Whence demons arrived and where they go.

 

Adjourned by severance grey's humble hush

Grew softer against the pale,

By doubtful truth settled unjust

In the revelry of a well-known tale.

 

One horrid worm that tarnished leaves

Sought to best his loom, and won,

Fettered then he made his peace

As he turned to face the sun.

 

Along the rubble path inlaid

Where all but white had cowered away,

Baleful air rolled in by fog

To cast a darkness over the day.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2021 07:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hey everyone, thanks for stopping by. If you enjoyed the read then the pleasure is all mine. (That rhyme was unintentional).
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Love the lilt and flow of these dark lines where oblivion strolls among all your wordings - -good to see you back posting my friend .

    • Nicholas Browning

      Thank you very much for your saying so :p
      Always a pleasure to see you.



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