Author Archives: John

The Wind’s Words: roundel

Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; … Continue reading

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The Use of Dreams: rondine

What is the use of dreams devoid of action, that linger on as hopes before they die; and while they last, convince us if we try that in the end we will find satisfaction. Such wistful shadows taunt us to … Continue reading

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The World Remains: rondelet

The world remains, despite our self-indulgent, hateful ways; the world remains through our brief, but continued growing pains, when most would find a reason not to stay. Despite our morbid and destructive play, the world remains. 10 MAY 2017 © … Continue reading

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Meat or Wood: rondel supreme

They say to run your blade against the grain if you would safely slice in meat or wood, yet seek the easy way out when we should accept that gain and glory require pain. What makes us human, with our … Continue reading

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Such a World: rondel

What sense can you make of such a world where kindness and consideration fail, and ignorance, its angry, hard fist curled, destroys all to build more graveyards and jails? When hatred’s flag has been proudly unfurled, has culture’s last ship … Continue reading

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You Came to Hear: rondeau redoubled

The music that you came to hear: a sonic bridge that helps you cross some gulf of time no longer near, or spend as a mere hour’s loss, so in the maelstrom sound’s great fosse you find your sorrows light … Continue reading

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I Cannot Speak: rondeau

I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, … Continue reading

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