Inspired by the mountains of my youth
In Castle ten Berghe
The Flemish phantoms float
Aristocratic accoutrements enclosed
By a moat.
A regal buck on the coat of arms
The silent solitude of its stately charms.
A half day’s drive
From the fields of Ypres–
Where boys went to an early grave–
The merchants of Bruge
Called away to war
Locked in memory
Behind ten Berghe’s door
Just saw your Belgian poem-It’s a chilling thought as we travel, isn’t it? Real people with real lives died in wars (and are doing so right now!) So much evidence of that at every turn in Europe, though.
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I consider myself to be a well read and well traveled individual and these two things have granted me a unique perspective on the world in general. My mind is always in motion and I find myself constantly intrigued by the schematics of the universe. I enjoy a good beer and philosophic banter. I like the comfort of my own surroundings and feel at ease in a summer wind.
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This is an outlet for all the writing that I do- whether academic, fictional and non-fictional, poetic, and insane. Please peruse and post comments. Peace. Based on copyright, none of the following written work may be reproduced without the consent of the author.
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Chris
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