This poem is for the Venerable Babsha's ASK ME IN DECEMBER challenge. I have taken to calling her such as her name is Babs and she's as kind as a Buddha. Hence, the Venerable Babsha!
Ask me in December what tree is mine…
Where Hope lives, dreams intertwine,
But all too many nightmares curry my favor,
Debasing the flavor of the sweetest wine.
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Like Odin entwined with Yggdrasil,
As winter haunts my windowsill,
I’ll collect the frost with mo(u)rning eyes
Dispelling old lies with the power of will.
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How am I privy to futuresight?
A dull life chosen is not a blight
But a sacrifice for the greater good—
In that old wood hides the light!
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For the Magus has all eternity
To overcome his own entropy
By distilling a man from the brightest star,
By loving all things near and far,
By rendering peace where there was war,
By making a change, bearing the scar
That does not mar the serendipity of serenity.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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