Stillness
Introspective poetry
The only throne I'll ever own Is carved from stillness
Photo by Kristen Verity Amm on Unsplash
The only throne I'll ever own Is carved from stillness Perched thereon I survey my silent domain A staccato procession of clockwork courtiers Presented in monochrome frames Entreat me for a decision Demanding a fatal allocation Of banal bilious blame For the latest crop of dreams Has failed to meet the promised yield Too much sun? The wrong type of rain? The doubts decry in appeal That the fault lies – buried deep Planted in fallow fields And the agony of not knowing Suffocates all good reason But none of it will matter Come the turning of the season For my treasury is rich A hoard of technicolored currency Has been gathered day by day Bearer bonds of song and dance Are wealth that cannot fade Exotic gifts of life well lived And laughter… such bliss All lie within my reach If only I can stand To leave my throne



Beautiful work Matt.
Bearer bonds of song and dance 🥹