Portrait in Broken Glass

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I walked barefoot cross broken glass
Grasping faded photographs
Portraits of a chime long passed
Each a timeless work of art
My bleeding heart
Twas opencast
Protruding part
Of noble class
Came to this place
To expiate
Anticipate
The coup de grâce
Approaching mine appointed date
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant

Beneath the skies cerulean
The air of thrust took cultured pause
Beneath the skies cerulean
The air of thrust took cultured pause

Beneath the skies cerulean
A crimson river bled
The moon had fled
First horn of dawn
The morning Rhododendrons yawned
To bleed
To seed
To be reborn
Absorbed in kind
To testify
A lotus pool of tranquil form
Both fair of bust and just of cause

I walked barefoot cross broken glass
Grasping faded photographs
Portraits of a chime long passed
Each a timeless work of art
My bleeding heart
Twas opencast
Protruding part
Of noble class
Came to this place
To expiate
Anticipate
The coup de grâce
Approaching mine appointed date
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant

Beneath the skies cerulean
The air of thrust took cultured pause
Beneath the skies cerulean
The air of thrust took cultured pause

Gun metal dreams disempowered of theme
Rose petals gleaming of showered esteem
Beneath the skies cerulean
The garden bloomed anew
This trail foredoomed to fail through brooding tales of pale assume
Only ever given abject devil of a shout
Exhumed of doubt through bleeding in belief and out devout
Levelled out by doctrine
Amidst amiss content
White-washed walls of glossed repent
Canvas of long lost address
Every shade of favour dressed
Every cursed red clover blessed
Reinforced aortic stent
Bypass lent quadruple
Beneath the skies cerulean
An end to condemnation feudal
Scent of treason spent of season
Ebbing tide of rhymeless reason
Timeless whence the tide be high in crimson river bled
To bleed
To seed
To be reborn
To rest thine weary head
To bleed
To seed
To be reborn
To rest thine weary head
To shower in esteem the secret rose red garden flourishing
Encouraging the kiss of souls long wed

I walked barefoot cross broken glass
Grasping faded photographs
Portraits of a chime long passed
Each a timeless work of art
My bleeding heart
Twas opencast
Protruding part
Of noble class
Came to this place
To expiate
Anticipate
The coup de grâce
Approaching mine appointed date
Assigned to fate… yet…
Nonchalant

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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