Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Merritt Waldon

Nothing new under the sun


Throughout history

Gender wild

Hatred love

Peace violence

Philosophies madness

And we think we’re so

Progressive

Yet theres truly been nothing

New beneath the sun



 

A door inside the sun


There’s a door inside the sun

I step through sometimes

In to a dimension of

Gold light

Searching for the eternal

 



Apollo’s Nine for the Muses


As Apollo rides the sun across

The sky

The rays of light like arrows

Penetrate & obliterate

All doubt with in

Revealing the truth in this

Poem

That there is a concrete fate

& A settled destiny for those

Touched by His nine

Ladies


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