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Flyntland

Updated: Sat, 25 Jan 2025 05:10 pm

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Biography

Hi. I am just a simple poet writting simple poetry about life as I see it - some sad - some questioning - some political - but all just life.

Samples

ADRIFT My thoughts drift aimlessly about me, a flotilla of small ships floating free, foundering in a restless sea, flotsam and jetsam heading towards destruction, splintering beyond reconstruction lost without trace.

SCREAM

Jagged white screams sharpen to icicles brittle tears lie scattered and ground underfoot diamond cut streams lost in the labyrinth fast frozen in time at the moment of truth. holder of secrets the cut glass of plenty sharp as a dagger the chilling white wine cruel as a cutting-edge shards of bright silver encrusted with sapphires cold by design.

FAIT ACCOMPLI

It's over now the sands have run there's no return this thing is done, and joy belongs to yesterday when we were sure of our tomorrows. My son, you were my other self my present - and my future and now this ash - this inert ash is all I have - is all I am. If I could ask - if you could say if we could change this outcome - - - - - - but it's all over now the sands have run no turning back the dying's done.

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Red Brick Keshner

Fri 10th Jan 2025 01:29

Hey Flyntland, thanks for your much appreciated comments on ‘Admonitions…’ it has brought some validation to the work and thought put into. 🌷

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Tom

Fri 7th Oct 2022 11:06

Hi Flyntland, thanks so much for your comment on 'Young Family In The Sunshine'. I think I imagined a certain naivety/rose-tinted outlook to the narrator of that one - the more cynical part of me knows nothing is as perfect as it seems from the outside and that everything moves in cycles and shifts with time. Thanks for reading. P.S. I have been thoroughly enjoying your work!

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