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Author's Note: This was just a quick scribble that I did today that was inspired by a piano piece I wrote. I do hope you enjoy. As always with poems I upload, horizontal lines denote stanzas.
Triumphs Six
A maple tall
Dormant, standing docile
Seeming sleep and
Placed unfittingly within
Thriving village streets
A cold, white winter's gift
Bathed upon
Bare branches
A skeletal ghost
Guarding precious life
From prying hands
Of element
Its hollowed core warms
Aged, brittle bones
In deep December
Sheltered in a
Rocking chair
Mirrored the tree
Her home
What power graced
Her fluted temple
Long forgotten
Without reproach
Cloaked under velvet
Black of night
With naught but
Precious musings for company
This standing beacon
Of decades past
Clings weakly to the spark
Amends to be made
In reflection
Her triumphs six
Now long forgotten
The way gone of
Finite particles
Resting ease on
Slippery edge
And she the one
Whose fall forgiving
Carry the ashes
Of fallen harmony
Cyan Sky
Living, breathing, caring
Laughing, jubilant
A beautiful sight
To work for, to be
By her side
Triumphs six
Were it not for
Gentile direction
From ageless idol
These triumphs six
Fade into obscurity
And the elder
Come to pass
Alone
But these triumphs
Being born of
Luscious radiance
Shone through foggy
Hillsides bringing doubt
Illuminating eyes
Once closed
Forever to see
Simple reflection
Peacefully shuts
Tired eyes
Triumphs Six
Ease her mind
To finally bring
Sleep eternal