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The Fabled Sage (micro-fiction)

sagacious was he
held in esteem by men
yet nuisance to the gods,
for whom his wisdom
had little time,
thus from the heavens
his infidelity was rewarded
with temptation,
an angel to distract his works
thus his pen was silenced by his heart.

but only for moments
the briefest time
as the angel sent
to be his mistress
fell to her knees before him
enchanted by his songs
of rebellion and love
known not in celestial skies
and thus the nymph herself
became disciple
and the gods on high were lost.

for god’s on high, know not the heart.

The Peacock Dream

the pearls
once cold and light
upon her naked breast
glow now red
in bolder blush
of warm winds
from the west
filled as they are
with inner fires
of unrequited thoughts
she casts all ornament
aside
to end the passion’s
torture.

as her pearls fall
without restraint
they burn the ground beneath
and thus may she
within its flames
discover her release.

Her pearls they cool
and lie now white
for peacocks
to eat in the night.

The New Season

still is the season of you
yet behind the shadows
thrown by your sunrise
a storm may awaken.

bright is your season
but can it be
that even azure skies
wait on ominous clouds.

new is this season
birthed as it is
‘tween spring and summer
though old as lost winter.

silent is this season
broken only by prayers
sung by little birds
hoping you never end.