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By Aspen Marie Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo: Andy Morffew

Charles

Ray of light

Artist who dares

To draft paper clouds

For ancestral blue herons

Elegant Ardea Herodias

Dance on air

Climbing circular currents

Along limestone cliffs

At the end of one world

Another begins

Within your Mind Palace

Your shoulders have widened

From carrying

Trials and tribulations

Hod

Rough and heavy

Raw word blocks sit

Ready to be chiseled

Masterful masonry

In Wisdom’s temple

Thrones do not exist

Instead, at its centre

An alterocentric spoke-wheel

Sheer centrifugal force

Spins stiff spires

Of truth and justice

Into blurred, soft shadows

Multitudinous philosophies blend

Into one whirring truth

As hummingbird wings

Defy human sight

Living jewels float, aloft

Reed-like tongues lap nectar

From endless blossoms

In peak majesty

Nurtured with care

By gentle gardeners

Longing for the time

Riverbank rest is granted

Alongside Whitman

For now, here you hold

Greek council of one

Honourably ensconced

Interposing the stretch

Between concrete ghettos

And soulless suburbia

Diogenes the Cynic

In your clay jar

Searching for

Honest men

I know one

Turn inward

He is there

Already established

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For C. Rommial Butler

Free VerseFriendship

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Aspen Marie

In love with life and all of its foibles.

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    Written by Aspen Marie