Damien Kaniewski Poems

I bid fond adieu to my sealed box of ubiquitous fear,
melting through burnished walls of epiphany,
prescient concerns, mirror ageing pyrite brick roads
charting the course to my hallowed Bohemia.
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Born into the confines of parochial subjugation,
beneath the glare of the redundant red brick edifice,
the black and white battle of black and white,
watched by apple-cheeked clergy and the ubiquitous cross,
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If I could harness the colours of the wind,
and lay them at your tired, weary feet,
tied in bouquets of radiant bloom,
could you embrace the beauty of your life.
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Five hundred miles to kneel in bitter November snow,
silence pierced abruptly, by magpie's chattering screech,
naked oak fingers rattling a chorus of disapproval,
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