Chameleon

Nicholas Browning

Towering sands, Crest-adorned lands,
Palaces beyond known peaks.
Islands trespassed, Clouds outclassed,
And feasts with many Kings.
Silent, yet obstreperous. Chaotic, though serene.
Of all the grandeur in the places you've seen,
Has ever the thought crossed your mind:
That it wasn't really what it seemed?

 

Guile, behest, seek that which is gone,
'Twas never here,
Nor there,
So where did the path turn wrong?

 

Right ahead of impertinence, shame, guilt,
The glass remains abundant.
In fury, in remorse,
Spheres which agony have forged.
Resound, content of mind,
It searches for something more.

 

Imbibed, coerced, strengthened from subtle fumes.
Pits devour, note the hour,
The clock rumbles atop its doom!

 

Fettered semblance.
Perhaps once, it made sense.
A vendetta marked through hate's memento;
Proclamated facade of innocence.

 

Devotion, heresy, what more of it shall be asked?
It's done all that it may!
Multiple trials and deft of results,
What left is there even to say?

 

The collapsing ruins of its mind have led madness right to its arms!
Wedged between the war of worlds,
Separated from edict and vice!
Upon which platter should be granted malicious intent?
Glance fiercely, Godspeed for all the rest;
Emphatic in its descent.

 

Traversing waters, enduring the light;
Through cowardice, through sordid taunts.
Along brinks of invention,
The fruit of Creation,
Stalagmites of doubt,
Faults of route.
Stretching, hoping, to grasp one flourishing maw!
In the entirety of things I've seen so far,
He was the bravest of them all.

 

Patterns weaved, concealed by its design;
It persuades in what you believe.
The journey long, its resolve kept strong,
Sculpting matter and time.
Grace in deception, synthetic consideration,
Wallowing in the ocean's brine.
Seemingly platonic, thoughts then cease,
As its nature becomes refined.

 

Deceit, corruption, ambition, entropy.
Withering of its psyche!
Beautiful things that compose the Chameleon,
And the things that distinguish me.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2017 15:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: Required about 7-8 hours to complete writing. I hope you enjoy!
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  • Heather T

    One thousand points awarded to Mr. Browning for the use of "obstreperous". Rich vocabulary, hours of insight and journey recorded to come around full circle to all the good, bad, miserable, wondrous wanderings that make one who he is. Fantastic, introspective odyssey.

    • Nicholas Browning

      Thank you very much. Your critique is very much appreciated, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the records of the path that was taken. If I could bow to you right now, I would. haha

    • FredPeyer

      Is there a way to turn this into a different font? I tried and could read a few words, but just didn't have the patience to try to decipher everything. Am sure it must be a great poem, but I belong to the same club Kat alludes to, only I'm not blond!

      • Nicholas Browning

        Well I certainly appreciate the time it took to relay this, thank you very much friend. I'll tone it down next time, so be sure to come back!



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