Silently, I wait for the thundering waves to ease Looking past to the soft spot between the sky and sea A shape blurring, collapsed bone, asking to be set free
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
Oft have bright suns dawned up and blazed away Outside the heave curtains of this room And frolic beams have oft slipped into say
By Robert O'Reilly5 months ago in Poets
Your voice once lit the chambers of my mind, a lantern swaying gently in the deep. Yet shadows lengthened every time I tried
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is inspired by Charles Maurin's image of "The Apparition" shared by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is the gorgeous, almost a cappella, "Shadows and Light" from the album "The Hissing Of Summer Lawns"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
No longer do I weigh the shade and fire, for both have shaped the marrow of my days. The dark has carved the depth of my desire,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
The air grows thin, a silence at the gate, where shadow bends and light begins to tear. Here time dissolves, and space forgets its weight,
The heavens open, vast with voiceless fire, their silver tongues too distant to be heard. Each star a witness, ancient with desire,
The morning rises through a veil of gray, its embers scattered in the trembling sky. The night has burned, yet in its slow decay
The evening bends, a choir without refrain, its voices woven out of flame and shade. The sky, once bright, now wears a softer chain,
The forest listens, rooted in its song, each bough a witness to the lives it keeps. Its shadows cradle whispers that belong
I kneel beside the river’s silver face, its shifting glass a threshold for my eyes. It gathers light, yet shadows still find place,
The sun’s embrace is broken by the moon, a fleeting crown of fire frames the sky. The world is dimmed, yet promises its boon:
