Poking at a few things, mostly dark days do not last. The fog of war will lift whatever that war may be. Clumbsy work full of holes Yet praised unto the sky. Dedication scorned and mocked And Driven ‘til it dies. Proud the voice on stolen throne That claims it cannot fall. Loud the choice… Read More Fog of War
This is a bit darker than my usual fair, but it came as a piece and I don’t tend to argue when they hit me like this. Maybe someday I’ll find out the rest of the story. Sing a song of six pence Pocket full of ash. Four and twenty goblins Groan beneath the lash.… Read More A Song of Ash and Bone
This is a little older than some here, most of these I wrote a while back and am simply posting as they seem as the mood strikes me. (the goal is eventually to have about 10 weeks consistently queued up in advance. No I have not yet managed to be even ‘every week’ level organized.)… Read More Musings
Looks like I didn’t queue up enough poetry… Not sure why I have enough for several months. Never Alone A handful of hope.A cup full of grace.A heart with a smile.A warrior’s face. A sword that is strong.A shield that is true.A heart that is bold,Arms open to you. An ear that will hear.Eyes that… Read More A Few Poetical Thoughts
This is the second week into what I’m hoping to make my weekly poetry corner. Some folk have liked these in various places, so I’m queuing them up. Some are older than others. But new or old I hope they help. For this one… the past is never quite what we remember, yet in it… Read More Memory and Light
