Beau Watson's Personal Blog
Daily Journal ·
A cold, gray day. A proper late October Wednesday that feels like the first frown of winter. I shall have soup later, I think. The bluejays agree.
I am engrossed in work and so have little to report, other than I am nearly done with Sanderson’s Elsecaller. I have some more toys to show off soon, but for now…I tinker.
Boa tarde.
Book update
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Latest poem
You cold little miracles Scattered on velvet firmament Like so many diamond shards Mocking
Strike up the battle cry Under silken sky And string up the bows Of the symphony of Infinite derision
Oh I wonder at the Abyssal and abysmal The night-dark pressure depth And the measured death Of the bluelight Thermoclines
The secret heat of the Vulcan blood seeps Through icy mood and Blooms vibrant and violent Across the floor of Your very soul
Strike up the war cry Under saffron sky And break the boughs Of the concerto of Unshriven visions
Framed like a Neptune gem A tragic lattice Like a cobalt cage Menaced by sharks And freed by Meadow larks
Arise, arise And burst resplendent A dew anointed flower Gazing for endless hours Dreadless showers Nary hoary dour
Evaded the invaded Green but unjaded Alive and unabraded Sated but unable Safe but creche cradled