A Twice Told Tale Poem by Richard D Remler

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There's a legend from the days of old,
It is a twice told tale 'twas never told,
A tale as old as it is new,
Of which I'll never share with you.

It was warm and dark and bright as day.
Summer time had come to stay.
And children bright in shadows glow
Played slumber in the drifting snow.

They ran like fire through the breeze
As thunder rattled all the trees
And tossed into the rain a bow
That bloomed above the falling snow.

The Ghost of Winter's Equinox
Stiffly crawled out from her box
To take a timely look around.
But shadowness was all she found.

She peered my way and said, "You're dead.
You've a long, long, long life ahead.
And ah, how wily your surprise.
So go now, share your last goodbyes."

And from my crypt I saw the glow
Of summer sage and winter snow.
Where under Tiresias's stare
I felt the chill that wasn't there.

The summer hid behind the sun,
And the children vanished one by one,
In shades and shallows never seen,
As Winter cried her bows of green.

And the vain and foolish people saw
Their lives as flat and round and small.
They were running rings about a ball,
Never really there at all.

And there I was, a painted vine-
A watercolor undefined,
Brittle, boastful, gluon, blind.
A prodigy of unsound mind.

Speaking thrice and twice a tale untold,
Of a legend from the days of old,
Those lies of fabled honesty-
Of which you'll never hear from me.


Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler