Richard stared.
Dying red glow of the ashes
into the crystal tray.
With a swig,
Crystal glass,
another drag,
waiting
To replace
Golden-tipped rod
from father’s silver box.
Catch a glimpse
Himself in the portrait.
Smug arrogance
Hiding.
Tight-lipped smile,
Outdated mustache,
Twinkle.
Reflected in the lens,
Narcissism.
His father’s death.
Resented the man,
Disgust filled him,
Coagulated grime.
Dirty bastard
In the portrait.
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Sat on a mossed stump
by the river,
watching
water pixies
mold dewdrops.
Brandishing sword
Father left to him.
Rays of the morning
Across the valley.
Miles from
ash and brimstone
of kingdom.
Had to be done.
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Grey swirls
Curling paths
Colliding
Colored sparks
Hidden pictures.
Rain on the ground
through cotton blanket,
Watching,
smoke to memory.
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Here we sing our fathers’ song
For the missing and the gone
Under fire, sword, and anger
Their spirits ever linger
In the hearts of those who fight on
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A Collection of Poetry (For You)
Poetry"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.
