Simply Writing

March 12, 2016

vacation part 1 377

Let me create
Then
Dark images
Upon this indelible
White paper
Pure as her silk wrap

Bleak
As the shredded land
Of this royal dervish
Yet not raging
The calm after
More that
Than a roaring maelstrom

For it is my reluctant
My recollection of the fire
Not walking in
Or fearing
But remembering with the calm
Of a sage
Who has seen
What is and was and is to come

So much that the ink
Is but a shadow
On the recalcitrant memory
Of this page

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