Absentia

I feel you in your absence. A severed limb, A skipped heartbeat. Gone, like the blossoms of yesteryear, Slain by the violence of winter’s war. Yet, the feeling remains. You live in whispers, Abiding in echoes. The traces of phantom pain.   © Michael Iannucci-Berger

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Being

How unbearable it is, The essence of being. To behold the Joy’s of a multitude, And their sorrows. To climb to the highest precipice, And plunge to the deepest depths. Dancing across the strand, between the sea and sky. Between the clash of elements, the coalescence of wind and water. To fight is to be […]

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Achaea

When I was young, I dreamed of swords and dragon fire. I dreamed a dream of ancient seas, Crossed by the oarsmen of the Achaeans. I dreamed of venturing across golden sands, To win untold glories. Yet as the waves roll, The years have passed on by. Now I dream a mightier dream, As Odysseus […]

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Enkidu

My shadow, Cutting through my skin again. Rending its scales, Releasing rivers of venom. Alone in the dark, At the mountains at the end of creation. In the gathering dark, The Smith beats his hammer. With fire and iron, The craftsman forges his destiny. To escape his bonds, To make war on the wicked. Overthrowing […]

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Hell’s Kitchen

They live in the blank spaces, In the places between. Fed on the edges of shattered hope, The outcast grind onward. From factory floor, to mine shaft, The clatter of hammers pounds through the hours. Quotas were met and blood was shed, the hours passing in hell’s kitchen. Slinking home, Staggering like drunken men. Among […]

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Isa

Trapped under the ice. A sea of waking glass. An ecstasy of motion, The universal touch. Jagged shores of time, Belaying the foundations Of the house of eternity.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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Silence

The silence is dangerous. A deafening symphony of the void. Whispers of the places beyond time, Across a sea of stars, Darkly dreaming. Pin-pricks in the floor of heaven. Basking in the funeral pyre of creation, The magnum opus of ancient time.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger    

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