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the sun king [reprise]
by Joseff MaratCrisp leaves in the grass
my breath shoots out in front of me
to match the morning fog upon the fields
The moon is never gone
even in the light of day
to the sword of fall the summer solstice yeilds
Whilst we mourn the golden valleys
he slowly melts the icey creek
and the frost bitten branches smile
The passion of the Sun King lingers
as he kisses his maiden months goodbye
he returns to warm my face in denile
Even though he may be king
he must bow to Lady Winter
and beg for another spring.
10/08/2005 Author's Note: two.
Posted on 10/09/2005
Copyright © 2025 Joseff Marat
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/28/06 at 08:13 PM to the sword of fall the summer solstice yields...melts the icy creek...warm my face in denial. the ones in italics are the ones misspelled. other than, i think this is a great beginning. you've got a unique tone.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/21/14 at 02:35 PM Congrats on POTD! |
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