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!
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A/N
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 J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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Prologue - The Scourge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There should never have been dragons in the Sacred Valley. Those cursed dragons swayed in the calm night wind, swooping and twirling as the sun disappeared beyond the mountains and the twin moons rose over Lurra. May Auras doom you in the afterlife! May you find no salvation there. Their quiet monastery had long been protected from the dragons and horses, swords and spears which descended upon them, destroying his tranquil home with their war.
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Comments (11)
I like the rhythm of this nice work.
Beautifully done. Very soothing 🤍
I really enjoyed this and the format of this. There's a calm breath to the rhythm. Really well done.
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.
This poem is so synonymous with the world today. Beautiful piece!!
Wonderful.
Those last 5 verses are 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 Really wonderful work, Matt 🕊️✨❤️
It took me a couple of reads and I'm still not sure I got it... 🫣 Just call me thicky thick thick 🫣
This is amazing!! I love how each one connects to the last and the next
Deep message. Great work
Beautiful piece. And the message is there. Well said.