Tuesday, April 18, 2017


One of the things that happens to me sometimes is that poetry comes through my pen really quickly without my real thought.   Mostly it is Apollon, but this one is from a God about whom I knew virtually nothing at the time this appeared on this paper.  It is about 6 years old.

The river runs through the mountain.
The river flows through the sea.
Of all the lore forgotten
How could you forget me?
I am the breeze in the morning.
I am the world's last breath.
I count your length and rhythm,
I'll leave you at your death.
The starlight is my stallion,
The blood flows at my whim.
I mediate your spirit.
I sing your life's great hymn.
I am Shu, I am Shu, I am Shu.

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