This is a poem featured as a song in my upcoming novel. In the world of Troika, it is an old traditional love ballad, though the lyrics are not as romantic as the way it is sung.
Author: Aaron Michael Lynn
I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
Her Condolences
This is a poem that I wrote while listening to the instrumental track that I linked below and revolves around somebody saying that they are sorry without meaning it.
Fire, Cruel Mistress (With a Golden Cross We Stand)
This is a poem written about the fire that took place at the historic Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. I saw a photo taken in the aftermath of a golden cross unscaved, and subsequently saw a video of the beautiful harmonies of the people singing at the vigil in the streets the next day. Even as our world burns, Mother Mary, Our Lady, Notre Dame, still stands.
Dearest Dale
This is a poem written for my beautiful, beloved boy, Dale. Dale passed along today to the floral skies after a decade of our friendship and he will be dearly missed for his silly antics, soft fur, and good spirit.
Promise Made, Promise Kept
This is one of the shortest poems that I've ever written, but I didn't think anything else needed to be said for it to be complete.
Waltz of the Winter Wolves
This is a poem that I started a few weeks ago as I was driving home from work in the middle of the day. There is a large lake next to the highway and it was frozen over and covered in snow and I saw two gray wolves running around together on the ice and thought it was oddly beautiful.
Stingray: Session I
This is a poem that I wrote in the tattoo parlor as I waited anxiously right before getting my first tattoo yesterday. It is about half done, in three weeks I will get the other elements and color added, and I will try to write a second poem before that. The poem is about how getting a tattoo along with losing weight is a fresh start and a new me, and references an older poem I wrote "Centerpiece", contradicting how I used to feel since now I have confidence and am ready to be put on display, so to speak.
The Church is Up in Flames
This is a poem about how so many people like me seem to be too lazy and selfish to fit one hour a week of going to church into their schedule. I personally feel a lot of guilt about this and plan to eventually break the habit. Even if you don't believe in God, organized religion, or the overall message of some faiths, when you are inside of a local church as part of a congregation during a Mass...it is a blissful experience.
Mother, Will A Day Ever Come?
This is an except from my upcoming novel "Forsaken of Silence", Troika: Book III, which mirrors a very similar section from the previous novel. They are the only two sections quite like this in the whole series, and for whatever reason I am very fond of them.
The Academy
This poem is about the beginning of my weight loss efforts. I purchased a scale recently to learn my weight for the first time in more than five years, and I have already lost 5 pounds. The longest running goal in my life has been to lose weight and become thin, and it seems I am finally in the right place in life to realize that goal.
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