I have a new video of one of my older poems:

As a side note, I’m going to be expanding my repertoire a bit in the future—still doing two videos a week, but varying what each of those will be. Sometimes poetry, sometimes a longer video, but it will remain the standard you’ve come to expect.

Which is to say one video will be long and one will be short to maximize the output and minimize the amount of effort I have to exert.

And here’s the poem one more time:

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Cultivation by Larsen Halleck

Outside a window a garden lies

In it childish mirth rings out

From labor I break, to my feet I rise

And through the portal, I view for a bout

Dicots bloom, innocence plays, tabula rasas without fret

I watch them, juxtaposed with flowers,  I am reminded of triumph and regret

To the right blooms a crimson rose, screaming red passion to infinite views

Beneath my eyes strains passion’s fruit: the long-for labored ferric thews

White magnolia dances in the breeze, as I once danced with maiden fair

Orange poppies speak of hard-won reward, but more than blossoms are there

Gazing upon dying stalks

Conjures chances sorely lost

Away from my shame I quickly walk

But forever on my soul embossed.

To the left a bramble, to the right a thorn

That, lost wages, this, loves unborn

A crushed bloom, like young elan, through herbaceous squalor barely gleams

And beside it stands the dying rose, leathery petals fall like forgotten dreams

Infancy gone, the cultivars silent, and yet from this place, I cannot start

The blooms are memories, victories, regrets

The garden is my heart.

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Music: Beau Soir by Claude Debussy

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