First rough draft straight out of my mind. Needs polishing. Open to critique.


The Vestiges

A sepia bronzed skyline,

Dappled in blue-
Layered between
the frosted frontier-

Spawns the dark
Ominous clouds
That soon loom over
The silhouettes'
Smokey breath.

More vestiges
Of war.
Fading out
Behind
The storms'
Renewal.





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Written on 2026-06-27 at 14:25

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
My only comment would be that I don't think the vestiges of war fade out, but perhaps you are taking this in a different direction. Blessings, Allen
2026-06-27