National Poem Writing Month ’22: 18. Let It be Unsaid

i.

Up the mountain

one by one all fall to

vanity and pride

only the Elder

reach the pinnacle with

dog in guise.

ii.

Dream by lot

the men with mind expand

like blue of sky;

dream is it

all wants to achieve driven by

force not divine.

iii.

My forefathers found

mortar and sand expensive

during construction;

thus they picked

the soil red and soft to

create the wall.

iv.

Color like water

imagine what you want it

to be like;

power it is

when the trident shines in

hazed moon silver.

v.

Books old than

time one can fathom of

speaks of it;

letters lost to

ages shape shifted becoming

force to vanquish.