Verse 33: Letters to AvelaemA Chapter by Glen Yumang ManeseLetters to Avelaem
Letters:
This is a plot to unravel
an envious scheme. On the dawn of early light
breaks reprisal to write these words:
Argumentative is this
moment like unpredictable weather.
Barometer has fallen once again to the nature of our conflictive
disagreement. Hellfire with fair skies
that the sun does not wish to shed light.
This storm brings the clouds of gloom upon us. Flashes is lightning, sounds of thunder
rattle the very foundation of relationship.
Venomous in casting stones
ensuing this rain turn to hail towards such vengeance. Those actions favor not the speeches of
tongues. Cries out is the length to the
heavens. This matter has just begun to
brew an insult on the kettle. In waiting
is a blow of the whistle. Before the
boiling point rises steam on fertile earth.
Ending are four seasons of
spring’s birth to affinity. Failure
knows not the fulfillment to litigate.
Tensions on such behave to keep discussion in the dwellings of abode. To abrogate the situation that love controls
this pain. Gives fever the temperature
to escalate an infectious virus. Between
lies, partners gave penetrating chance.
Leaves of autumn wither to
chlorophyll. Lacking is color turning a
breach of contract. Photo-synthesis
governs a need to continue. Therefore, a
parting of ways calls the tears to turn into crystal. Feelings felt to retreat in flakes of
white. Kill illness questions the mind.
Abound by frigid glaciers
to the beat of hearts. Flow the vessels
release this anger to one another.
Purgatory sets a cleansing that nature is ongoing. So tells the balance of human
intervention. Mistakes are a curable
remedy overly glorified acts of lessons learned.
Erecting are seeds of
passion which destruction has set to poison ground. To plant crop feeds from the beginning. Influences take their rightful place to the
vapors of air. Knowing this will happen
once again. Future reference our lips
silenced.
Marks an affidavit
controls a necessity to act on far fetch drama. Accepting is a formal truth to
forgiveness. Bark of our tree is
callused. Undermine outside
interests lurking for an advantage. Find less rooted roots of loopholes to
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StatsAuthorGlen Yumang ManeseFollow me at Twitter tag: @GlenManese, St. Petersburg/Pittsburgh/Makati, PhilippinesAboutMe in a nutshell: I am currently, done with my first book of verses: The Onyx - Vena Amoris. Friesen Press finished in December and is out for release before the holidays at the end of the year 20.. more..Writing
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