Poems Archieven - Myrdhin Frey

Bricks to bricks

Myrdhin — Wed, 14 Aug 2024 19:07:30 +0000

To raise this place from naught
Is to break this place apart
Bricks to bricks, dust to dust
Of dust more than enough

But what of tangibility,
Within these transient walls
Is this a dream of dust,
Or a vision of hard clay?

I wander without sight
I tug on strings of light
To believe without a proof
We can make this place a home

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Day dawns meaningless

Myrdhin — Wed, 14 Aug 2024 17:35:58 +0000

Day dawns meaningless
Have words some meaning still?
If not, then teach me new ones
For the sun on the water
And other simple songs
Every start is uphill
But it is the road which counts
The one less traveled by
But really all the same
Still there is gold somewhere
In the thick of things
Can dawn break open night?
Is there a heart in poetry?
Or in the white about it

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Sent from My iPhone

Myrdhin — Sun, 22 Sep 2019 10:00:37 +0000

A small child is all
Alone in the mining shaft
Searching something rare

Our phone is paid for by us
The cobalt is bought with blood

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Fallen Phoenix

Myrdhin — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 10:00:37 +0000

And now I start again
For guilt and conscience’s sake
And so I start again
In misery’s dark wake
I swear I will start over
And change what was before
I’ll burn my leaden feathers
Till limb and bone are sore

But after I’ll be free again
And soar through sky and cloud
Know that I shall fly again
And wish myself a god
But I shall have to die again
Or be consumed by flame

That fall will seem more terrible
The restart yet the same
For though I may start over
And wish my self away

I must bear my old burden
And keep my heathen name.

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Untitled

Myrdhin — Wed, 18 Apr 2018 10:00:31 +0000

And most my words, they brush The steeply sloping edge Of nigh to almost right That slow but sure decline In darkness This is where sparrows die Like the forgotten smell Of never budded roses Grey night thoughts brush the dust Of crumbling paper tomes Wherein we read perchance The remnants of those words That…

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The Wind Rises

Myrdhin — Fri, 16 Mar 2018 10:00:06 +0000

And yet there’s more
Than whirl and wind
And winding up the key
Than times that pass
And days that die
In all except our thoughts

And is there more
In whirling world
Than winding up the key
Than climbing stairs
And trickling down
Like light’s frail falling rays

And is there more for us in life
Than fading day by day
Abiding by our failing fate
By dimming of the candle’s flame
And sinking in the silent shade
Till darkness gets its due

For gone are days
Of stone and bronze
The world is sand
And the wind rises

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