"Thine Enditer" by Ryan Stewart

Thine Enditer breaks serenity's brackets in voided vestments with shackled wrists

For him, though he seeks and scuffles for resting comfort, he tatters halls with bunched

up fists.

A shodden wrapped parchment, beaten and bent, lies in tandem amidst well-loved books

In slipknotted tendrils, vices of masculine nothings sweetly careene with masked looks.

A purpose he’s shuffled and stumbled for for naught, in a writer’s strife of words

and lines

Thine Enditer mortally coils in a dimmed dwelling and wishes words made sense sometimes.

For a tape deck muscle pumping lifeblood and burning salted feeling in Wilde inspiration

One would think said author would find himself in pride’s armaments, tall and brazen.

Though resting his thoughts upon a sextet’s height, thine Enditer finds life a scary

ride

With wrapped, wriggled imagery and poor, pulsing lights resting upon talents misapplied.

Thine Enditer sets forth an actionable plan, one of daring thus briganded from another

playbook

Thine Enditer’s thoughts find themselves in unfamiliar, Arrakeen sands with a brined

outlook.

Unsure of the spirit, the mind, the soul, thine Enditer solaces his brightened sea

lights

In works of himself, others, legends and Thine Enditer brambles forward in search

of Life’s sites.

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Photo Credit: Eman Rana