Cumulus

High castle yet stands,
shadow of long-lost kingdoms —
Clouds drift on the wind

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ii.

in quiet kisses touched by the dew.
As winter comes in silent chill,
the leaves wear frost that glitters new,
a wedding gown ’til spring’s first thrill.

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Gown
A #poem in two parts

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i.

Two light-clad leaves in autumn dance —
un pas de deux? Yes, if you please —
their moves afloat, flight, airy trance
as they spin, embrace beneath the trees

to softly land on reflecting pool
where they rest. A drifting silver mist
now blankets them, moist and cool
for moonlight slumber, quiet tryst

🧵👇🏼

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Red dwarf

Dahlia bursting,
a blossom, a ball of flame —
Supernova blooms

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iii.

A cross resurrected,
once harrowed by hell,
now stands, re-erected
under recast brass bells.

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ii.

The gilded high cross,
stripped of gold, iron laid bare,
fell, melted like dross
in the cauldron — despair,

desolation: the shroud
of a war that hate had begun
and ended in ash-clouds
to blot Dresden’s sun.

Now many years later,
our Lady’s tower rose again
from scorched blackened stones
once salvaged, and then

the cross’s remains, caved
in, a mass of twisted bare iron,
were placed in the nave,
in the reborn church by the quire.

🧵👇🏼

A cross, bowed
A #poem in three parts

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i.

In Dresden, the people once lost
a church, its bell tower high.
There’d perched gilded cross —
until there was fire from the sky

that rained into streets
turned to rivers of red
as flames surged in sheets,
blazes cresting: even stones bled.

Our Lady’s high tower
ringed by Inferno, the pit of all hells,
collapsed, devoured
in a crash of brass bells.

🧵👇🏼

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iii.

Stone angel, hear our cries and hark:
We chosen few stand firm to say
that we won’t let pale riders embark
and judgement shall fall on God’s own day.

Stone angel turns, replies to me:
Ye katechon, ye chain of human hands,
this judgement ne’er was meant to be:
hold fast, resist false prophets’ commands.

✋🏼🧵

ii.

Behold, three seals unopened still,
behind which three more riders lurk,
their steeds stamp hooves, ready to kill
should we loose them upon our Earth.

The katechon: A chain holds back our doom
but is chipped and beginning to fray,
not by angel, saints, nor God who looms,
but by men who’d hasten Judgement Day.

And yet the truth remains, my friends:
They’re mere men and not agents of God
empowered to break the seals and end
our Eden, to turn it into the Land of Nod.

🧵👇🏼

Katechon
A #poem in three parts

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i.

Stone angel with her arm outstretched
bearing a white laurel crown:
proffered to a pale rider for him to fetch,
heralding war to burn it all down.

The first great seal is broken. Unleashed
are the war-dogs’ havoc inside,
let slip by our own fell natures, breached
by our own willingness for lies.

🧵👇🏼

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ii.

it bore a number inscribed in finest gold,
proclaimed its place as house twenty-three
as if it was more than a humble bolthole:
a palace wedged into the cramped street.

This half hidden hovel, in battered state,
door leading into its crooked inner space,
wore its golden number with proud estate.
It stands firm in decay with resolute grace.

✋🏼🧵

No. 23½
A #poem in two parts

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i.

On a stroll down a cobblestone lane
in the gilded light of late summer’s sun,
I passed by a tiny door frame,
faded, paint peeling, coming undone,

crammed in the corner of a steep
sloping roof, once daubed in bright
colors, now splintered, white streaks
in weathered wood. Above its blight,

🧵👇🏼

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ii.

and he dreamt his body’s burden
had turned into something more:
behind his dreams’ gauzy curtain
his soul grew stronger to the core.

With the passage of each day
his once frozen universe would change,
adrift in dreams, yet not astray —
from our world he’s not estranged.

For in his ancient bosom
his aches and pains melt away,
and he rests, a chest of wisdom:
his heart of oak still beats today.

✋🏼🧵

Woodman
A #poem in two parts

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i.

Back in distant times
before all things had changed,
a greying man, all worn and lame,
rested bones, felt his age.

He leaned against a cold stone wall
underneath a lantern bright
and let his eyelids fall
in black satin blanket of the night.

By the dawning’s rising beacon,
he’d turned to wood, petrified,
to be sculpted by the seasons
into monumental form, sanctified,

🧵👇🏼

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Sub way

Two escalators,
up full, down with one rider —
Salmon drifts downstream

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Crosswalk

Woman and small dog
cross loud street on zebra stripes —
Ford the cars’ river

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Denatured

A steel butterfly
perched in a concrete forest —
The climate has changed

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Lonesome aisle

A Gothic cathedral,
bustling and loud.
A side altar waits
apart from the crowds.

Here in this house,
once built for peace,
I find it in the shadows
where others seek it least.

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