Of foreign conquests in lone lands now forsaken
14 March 2016

There is a bird in the sky waiting in silence
For the winds to return so it may fly up free
There are nests that commend stories of remembrance
Begun in emptiness, ending with you and me
There is a note in music that speaks of difference
It reeks of flat Earth decentered harmonic tree
Of raising frequencies over old reference
Like an alcoholic wasted in drinking spree
Whisper to me answer to riddles of three flags
They flutter over the fort that is now taken
Like vanquished Queen whose robe in tatters on floor drags
Master and servant in these grounds now mistaken
Time passing in between knows the surges and lags
Of foreign conquests in lone lands now forsaken
Reading of the poem:

Home (Best of) – Life – Armand Amar
Quatuor – Armand Amar
Kadish – Armand Amar
The fluttering flags and tattered robes do flow. Your language is perfect
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Thank you Derrick. What a lovely compliment 🙂
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A mythological masterpiece!
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Thank you Marissa. I am glad you like it 🙂
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Beautiful poem 🙂 I love its longer lines; they let poem unfurl
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Thank you Melinda. It is true that I can pack more emotions when I have more length 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 those long lines flow like water.
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