Scott A. Kass
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Poet. Born in the wrong time. Writing distracts me from life. #poet #writer Please consider checking out my first poetry book on my author website: http://www.scottandrewkass.com My Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/arahncur
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(1/2) I have just published my first book of poetry, The First Scar. It took absurd effort, and I'm proud to have done it entirely by myself.

It is available on any Amazon region's site, but foremostly UK. If you enjoy my work on BlueSky, I would greatly appreciate your interest in my book.
The First Scar: A Book of Verse eBook : Kass, Scott Andrew: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
The First Scar: A Book of Verse eBook : Kass, Scott Andrew: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
www.amazon.co.uk
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@jennnne.bsky.social Thank you so much for reposting this!
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I have just launched my book of poetry on BookBub! Please take a moment and check it out if you haven't yet. If you enjoy my work posted here, you will definitely appreciate The First Scar!
The First Scar: A Book of Verse by Scott Andrew Kass - BookBub
A collection of formal poetry that questions both natural and spiritual aspects of the world. The properties of human belief and those of physical fact often clash, and this confusion may send one int...
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How foreign, that the soul by which I breathe,
And have since, like the closing of a flower,
To shield the bud, my flesh had made its sheath,
Rejects its purpose; so Divine a power,
Shriveled to waste, as if in refuse strewn,
It shivered at the passing traffic's chill,
At ends of alleys, deepened 'neath the Moon,
Whose shadows sharpen by an artless will;
Preside I 'ere the cheering audience
Of layered gardens dressed in Spring's last bloom,
Who she adorns in bridal radiance
To welcome Autumn as her patient groom,
Await they my recital of a prayer
That warps in fog that hangs and holds them there.
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I like to post regularly, but I will be away for a few days to visit family. Until then, be well, and please consider checking out my author website: www.scottandrewkass.com
The charted week, by Roman hand,
Wraps 'round the working throat, with days
Like fingers, curled in cold command,
And into lab'ring waters weighs.

We dare not protest, bowed and scarred,
Its tireless muscle wrought of time --
By Man, beweaponed to regard
Our will as but rebellious crime.

Though, he who trained this henchman learned
Enough to mutiny foretell;
The slave who has some respite earned
Abides for Sun beyond his cell.

And so, undoes that grip of five,
Allowing for the slightest gasp,
Reminding us we are alive,
'Ere tightening its fated grasp.

In promise of that brief reprieve,
We seal our breath and dream of air
That may the willing meek receive,
Or pass o'er those drowned in despair.
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I'm a better reader than writer, but I'm stubborn about writing more than I read!
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@bridgette9.bsky.social Thank you very much for reposting my work!
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As if a scion of the hulking beast
That guards the gates of Hades, does it shout;
With tenfold heads, contempt at once released,
Aware I cannot shut their voices out,
But, as if married with the siren's song,
They draw my timid, simply-seduced ear;
Against my spirit, leading it along,
Until a moment swells into a year;
To grasp the pages writ by tutors old
My hands crave; study in those texts divine
Would grant me peace in practice, but they fold,
Content, in idle stupor, to combine,
And lifeless lay, deceived of scholar's blood
That drowned those wanton daemons in its flood.
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@universoul-gallery.bsky.social Thank you so much for reposting this and spreading the word!
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Are these your pets? They're beautiful!
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This is something I learned as well. We just have to do our thing and expect nothing but the satisfaction provided in the present.
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Thank you, Gerhard! I'm glad you like it. I didn't know how to start this one because of exactly that; the subject is so chaotic. I tried not to think too hard and let the chaos flow.
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On either side a line of trees
Tall-grown to see beyond, there lay
Twin pools of congruent degrees;
In width and color, mirror they.

Old rains their substance each had poured,
When first had root as newborn sprawled,
In thirst, and for the unexplored,
By some unvoiced ambition called.

O'er thousands an unmeasured year,
In standing sleep, within a dream,
Regretted they be waters clear,
Set lonely from the creek and stream.

Devised they both to brew their stock
Into some company, a friend;
They churned within their banks of rock
Toward this eager, stubborn end.

For long and long, their ripples washed,
Directionless, but for their goal;
Through eons in distemper, thrashed
Their shared and disillusioned soul.

Beneath a sky by storm-clouds vast
Invaded, like some warring fleet,
At once, a lightning-bolt had cast
As if from raging Zeus' high seat.

It forking struck, and bore in each
The fin and scale, their gentle dance
On currents' wave it deigned to teach,
Beneath the curious watch of plants.

The waters revelled night to day,
Renewed from isolation's hex,
By newfound childrens' merry play,
Their vernal antics multiplex. One afternoon, as in repose,
While listening to splashing young,
A pool heard even louder throes
That from the tree-line heavy sprung.

'The bodies that had thrown the sprays
That dashed upon those leaves! What size,
And what joy may another raise!
How broad of depth its bottom lies!'

At this, it looked upon in woe
Its children, busy in their mirth,
And ceased serene its ripples' flow
That drained along the darkened earth.

Its banks, by not some heat intense,
Nor siphoning of essence, soon,
Those waters drifted softly thence,
Toward the gradient void of noon.

Therein, that once in aimless sport
Had swam and splashed, turned widened eyes,
And watched as seemed to bright contort
The Sun in ever-closer skies.

Before the drape of dusk had thrown,
They laid upon the puddled floor,
Silent, and still, and all alone,
As if the tide had scorned the shore.

Where had their doting guardian gone,
Who once belovèd children grew?
To what had its attention drawn,
What finer business to pursue?

Near, now a grave, that vacant hole,
Its twin remained in calm content,
As all within that made its soul
With fretless kin for-ever spent.
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@earthbound420.bsky.social Thank you very much for reposting my work!