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Scott A. Kass

Scott A. Kass

@arahncur.bsky.social

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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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Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · Sep 5

(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

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 9h

Thank you so much! I'm very glad you appreciate it. I have doubts about my work very often because it's in the old styles, and so it's usually overlooked, but comments like this mean a lot to me and keep me writing.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 1d

#poetry

"Rooms of Light" Pt. II

But, step inside this shielded realm;
We built it up from Nature's own;
We tamed it of the wilder elm,
And molded it of stone;
For even order of her being
Wracks upon we feeble things,
As flail, in frantic fleeing
What common rains, the sparrow's wings;
This house holds out that mad reception:
Glasses clink in storms,
The guests cavort in rav'nous swarms –
Their jollity, a grave deception;
Though, with buds aspread,
Awakened in their bed
Of deep their pillowed soil beneath the dawn,
And, prancing out from verdant wood,
The shy regard of pure the spotted fawn
Paints all our dreams of Nature good,
There come inevitable days
That find the prairie barren lays,
When choke the winds in silt
O'er tracks made puddles spilt
Of newborn life down spritely-legged hoof:
Be this not ample proof,
Such majesty be a wistful fairytale?
The bride of Autumn wears her veil,
So might he, once again,
Embrace her beauty fain,
Until, before their wedlock sealed,
Beholds he for her truth revealed,
And, sickened by that stubborn lie,
He woeful deigns for all of life to die.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 1d

Thank you very much! It was an enormous undertaking on my part, and I'm glad it's finished. Please check it out!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 2d

@jennnne.bsky.social Thank you! I appreciate the repost as well!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 3d

#poetry

Part I of something I'm currently writing called "Rooms of Light."

Step in, from waving of the trees;
Each leaf, a face, whose cheeks doth blush
At Autumn's yearly pleasantries,
And shyly stammer in a hush,
Beneath an audience
Of clouds in radiance,
Alit by watching Sun, at peace,
Assured her daughter Spring has found
Her fate-betrothed, and grants release
Their wedding wreaths upon the ground;
How all of twilight swoons,
In joy and airy tunes,
To once again behold the pair,
And in their union merry share;
When shadow steals the combing field
Of color, and the rosy bark,
Like beacons, all of life revealed,
Stand phantom obelisks in dark,
This, still, is Nature's mood –
Her fancied multitude –
By which her children know their place:
Within the bosom of her grace.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 4d

Thank you. I wrote this like I've written a lot of my older work: out of utter frustration. I like how it feels to vent through poetry rather than just to sit down and decide to write a poem on a whim. It has to have power.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 4d

Thank you! It was insanely complicated to properly format poetry with free software. I'm glad it's done!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 5d

@listlessennui.bsky.social Thank you for reposting my work!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 5d

Beautifully-put. The topic reminds me of Ozymandias. Thank you for sharing this!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 5d

Even asteroids try and try again, eh?

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 5d

This is great! I like the alternating adherence to rhyme here. The word choice seems like you spent a good amount of time making sure you chose those you most felt, as one should when writing poetry. Well-written. Thank you for sharing!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 5d

#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrySky #blueskypoets #PoetryOfTheDay #traditionalpoetry

To burning Hell with it! That hand
Which claws my heart in such demand,
That pierces so to spurt and spill
Its lifeblood, and to drain my will!

One mortal, weakest of our throng
Of beings filling tale and song,
Can not its tyrant grasping bear,
Nor keep him held to stubborn care.

I pose no courage, shine no light,
Nor think by no Divine insight;
If heroes play their trophied roles,
Praise Gods who charmed their mundane souls.

No deities observe from high;
I toil beneath no blessing eye;
Magicians who are shy to show
May not my worship seek to know.

Leave off your meddling from my page;
By earthly sights or more of age,
Endeavors of my hand alone
Be great or low, but be my own.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 6d

@neopoiesis.bsky.social Thank you kindly for reposting this work!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 6d

Thank you! I have to remind myself often about the important things in life. I wrote this years ago, apparently when I really needed to remember.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 6d

I like the last verse; it really is the journey, not the destination. In fact, I kind of wish there was no destination at all.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 7d

#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrySky #blueskypoets #PoetryOfTheDay #traditionalpoetry #sonnet #KofiCreativeVoice

I could within my sterile chamber sit,
Through leaves from ancient laurel-crowns combined
Rummage, for seeming-golden powers writ,
In hope that one before me may remind
Of bright Apollo's blessing they defined;
Would that but study, deep in quarantine
From fetid growth of breathing chaos-kind
We honor with the title, 'Life,' may glean
His Gift and keep my boots and conscience clean;
Spare dull my dreams from horrors I might find
Beyond these walls, and send unto my mind
The practice and material to build,
As those whose labors lay in tomes enshrined,
And prove the Sun had seen their roles fulfilled.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 8d

I would have to think about the usefulness of a trailer for this book in particular, honestly. I appreciate your offer, and I'll get back to you on it.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 8d

#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrySky #blueskypoets #PoetryOfTheDay #traditionalpoetry

Marching to the death-drums' beat,
Boot-heels pat the slather sodden
E'er by they and ever trodden,
Packing thick the gore-paved street.

Rotted have what colors telling,
Hints from whom and whence they lay,
Bittered by the stubborn day
Whose sun heeds not ordainèd felling.

Shadows bar a sky decayed,
Woven o'er with tendrils grasping,
Tum'rous storms by greedy clasping
Kept from thund'ring, tears forbade.

Grass beneath cemented slurry
Curls and writhes, its green yet glowing,
Static 'neath the wet crust flowing,
Tyrant-tombed to wait and worry.

Tramping on, its boot-heels sound,
No stone to catch and throw it back,
But soggy prints to sink the track
And wallow in the stagnant ground.

Ageless rattles coat of metal,
Clinking loud but lost as quickly,
Blank diffused o'er tundra sickly,
Never pausing once to settle.

Endless following its tour,
Not a griever nor a tender,
Not the guilty nor defender,
But a watcher evermore.

Built of gloried, hallowed best,
All congealed and made to mingle,
Robbed of vessels whole and single,
Here your fallen heroes rest.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 9d

Thank you for checking it out! I'm currently writing other poetry, along with the big project I've been working on for a long long time... but right now I'm trying to publicize The First Scar as much as I have the financial capacity to.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 9d

Hi, Jamiu. May I ask how you came across the book? The "scar" refers to the book itself being traditional poetry in a world of mostly contemporary verse. Through the book, and hopefully others, I'm trying to reignite peoples' interest in the old classical styles. Doubtful, but I try.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 10d

#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrySky #blueskypoets #PoetryOfTheDay #traditionalpoetry

This is one I wrote around 2009. Please enjoy!

As a precious, priceless gift they name
The agent of their sense,
A significant reward they claim
Their vessel of experience,
To defend and keep with utmost care
And fear of some beyond,
A unique connection they declare
Can with creation's secrets bond,
An important blessing given us
By some uncertain source,
And from substance it has given thus
May follow we a wholesome course,
Our own conduit of cognizance
Through which we may explore,
To bear providence for sustenance
And live in joy forevermore,
But I bid you, take a moment's time
To rationale regard,
And consider in this simple rhyme
How this philosophy seems scarred
By a jagged, obvious mistake,
A fault of mortal eyes,
A contrived excuse for comfort's sake
Proposed to somber truth disguise;
In a body of such flimsy form
So easily destroyed,
How may find one strength to weather storm
Of life and dangers harsh employed?
If so great is this we know and feel,
So worthy of respect,
Then how death may effortlessly steal
It from us dares my intellect;
By the hand of Nature, God or Man
In multitude of ways
May we be dispatched much sooner than
Belief of life's avail conveys;
If so utterly in faintest plight
Amount our lives to naught,
Then perhaps they do not matter quite
As much as we may once had thought.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 12d

#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrySky #blueskypoets #PoetryOfTheDay #traditionalpoetry #sonnet

The figure, gleaming in the wav'ring Sun
Whose ghostly tendrils frozen flesh caress,
Surveys the ground whereon they wrote he won,
With heel and talon scraped in muddy mess,
Upon a page of some historic tome;
A quill from even bravest of a flock
Had never flown to such a hero's home,
Yet had his realm's wide shore welcomed to dock
A boat dispatched from one phantastic dream
Captained by eager hand that held the plume --
If I but witnessed sole a blessèd beam
Reach down to raise the smallest bulb to bloom
From out the soil such champions would stride,
I would my pen abandon as it died.

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 13d

@jennnne.bsky.social Thank you so much for reposting this!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 13d

@bypophoenix.bsky.social Thank you so much for reposting this!

Scott A. Kass @arahncur.bsky.social · 13d

@bypophoenix.bsky.social Thank you for reposting my work!