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Paradise Lost

A Haiku Series

By Matthew FrommPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
Paradise Lost
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Blossoms, oh blossoms,

your lush, fleeting beauty sings

a craved silent song.


Old owl, wise old owl,

eyes ever vigilant and sly.

Unheralded shields.


Snow falls, white and dry.

Blossoms sing no silent songs.

Yet the owls remain.


In winter’s slumber,

Nimble rats, stomachs empty,

scavenge for blossoms


The wise owl strikes

So fleeting beauties may sing,

come the new spring rains.


But with new spring rain,

brings harvests of ancient oaks.

The wise old owl leaves.


The rats feast away.

Solely, their bellies filled on

bountiful harvests.


No lush blossoms bloom.

Astoundedly, the herds ask,

Where are the blossoms?


They yearn for wisdom,

from trees now gone, forever

But no hoots respond.


Upon barren fields,

fat rats preach, delightfully,

Our new Utopia!



I was going to do an analysis of this haiku series, but I would rather have you enjoy it as it is. Enjoy the secret poem buried within!

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Matthew Fromm

Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of random knowledge. The best way to find your perfect story is to make it yourself.

Here there be dragons, and knights, and castles, and quests for entities not wished to be found.

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  • Mother Combs4 months ago

    I like the rhythm of this nice work.

  • Celia in Underland4 months ago

    Beautifully done. Very soothing 🤍

  • River Joy5 months ago

    I really enjoyed this and the format of this. There's a calm breath to the rhythm. Really well done.

  • Rachel Deeming7 months ago

    I get a sense of a deeper message here, a universal one about wisdom leaving and vermin benefitting. The barren field makes me think exploitation of resources for economic gain.

  • Veronica Coldiron8 months ago

    This poem is so synonymous with the world today. Beautiful piece!!

  • Lana V Lynx8 months ago


  • Those last 5 verses are 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 Really wonderful work, Matt 🕊️✨❤️

  • L.C. Schäfer8 months ago

    It took me a couple of reads and I'm still not sure I got it... 🫣 Just call me thicky thick thick 🫣

  • Atomic Historian8 months ago

    This is amazing!! I love how each one connects to the last and the next

  • Mother Combs8 months ago

    Deep message. Great work

  • Cathy holmes8 months ago

    Beautiful piece. And the message is there. Well said.

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