The worn linen of a raiment hangs
From a chord stretched underneath
A midsummer blooming of blue;
Of a sky so miserably drawn.
Along a wagon's way I walk
In my clothes darned with care,
Local wives gossip away their chores
But as I pass, they quietly stare.
Their children dance among the petals
Veiled over an emerald lea,
To them a strolling stranger am I;
The ever-elusive anomaly.
An hour's length led through a day
And with all its tasks attended to,
Citizens run over a bridge
To the other side of the village.
As I bow my head to give my regards
They wish to spew and waste their breath,
Though their words burn like coal
I laugh away the consequence.
While I know my stride is queer
And my sword a rusted metal,
Our sentiments both are indeed sincere
So we must see our debts settled.
Throughout the entirety of my life
I've followed a trail of pink and white,
Many people I knew had disagreed
But it's simply where I wished to be.
I rest my head on this softened earth
To be embellished by her shards,
Once again adorning a wretch
Not too close, but never far.
In poverty I found riches,
And in hesitation, I found faith.
They warned of a tree that bore no fruit,
But I sought it anyway.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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The path through life can be a troubled one, but the path through no life is definitely doomed to failure.
Depends on what you're willing to give your "Life" for. Thanks for the visit!
Interesting read. Good visual quality. A glimpse into a life.
The wonders of pursuing something that doesn't even exist! Thanks for your feedback, it helps a ton!
A fine write N.
Well gee tanks 😀
At times we stand against the tides.. people may call us fools, a rebel sometimes but i think its courage to stand for passion…and one should do all so that later we can live with no regrets…a very beautiful piece dear poet and i could truly resonate with it…thank you for sharing dear poet
Indeed we do. Living with no regrets is the path most sought after but in my mind the hardest to obtain. Thank you very much for your insight and visit!
It’s hardest to obtain
But still it’s necessary
When the travels are difficult then we realise what we truly are
What we are capable of
It’s a miraculous feel
To acknowledge one’s potential
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Reads like the return of the leper knight. The reticent hero seeking his own solace.
What a wonderful way to put it. I'd like to think the same :3
Thank you for the kind words and visit.
This is insanely beautiful. I keep rereading it and rolling the words around in my mind. It's truly magnificent. Props to you, fellow Iowa writer!!
Finally found another one! Haha. Thank you for the kind words.
Striking originality. A story hardly ever told as well, told so vividly in this case. I love it!
Hey Garth! Thank you very much for the kind words. I'm glad that you enjoyed!
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