Serenity’s End
The heartache of our final moment shared,
at a distance greater with each passing second,
cannot be denied. You, nearing the horizon,
on a sea of sadness as I watch under a gray sky
bluer than any we have known together.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Serenity #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Also shared with Open Link Night #273 at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
Secret Beach
Silence in the sounds of nature,
my footsteps just another element
lost in the whoosh of waves
on this, my lone companion,
a deserted beach not so deserted.
Seclusion amidst the raw edge of nature,
a hundred gulls the voice in my ears.
Removed from myself in this isolation,
the silent voice of my thoughts
surrounds me, a greater force
of freedom craved, achieved.
Ever-changing, from tranquil to wrathful,
from granite gray to aqua, this beach,
this enigma, is as uncharted as my life,
never knowing what lies beyond the horizon.
Here, I am myself,
unquestioned, unchallenged
as I think, consider, compose.
Inspired by and distilled from “My Secret Beach,” by Keith Hillman, at Keith’s Ramblings. Thank you to Keith for graciously allowing me to post this poem.
Please visit the original, here.
This also serves as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Glisten #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Always
Call to me
and I will come,
my course unerring,
destination a place already
deep within my heart.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Soar #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Broken, this heart
The key to opening it,
left behind when we parted
waits still for your return
This is my response to
Thursday Photo Prompt: Secret #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Also linked to Open Link Night #268 at dVerse Poets Pub.
Lost Sunrise
This is not how we would have it
This expectant pause before a new sunrise
The silence is ours alone, as in that of absence,
One long lost, victim of our presence
If we were here to witness we would hear
The wakening of a hope that is not ours to share
As the sun would slowly melt a morning mist
So, too, would time erase our mark
Easing the scars we’ve inflicted
Traces of our past a mystery
Leaving others to imagine
Our dream of a new sunrise
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Dance #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
The Fate of the Crown
The road we take will determine
the nature of this crown
that has been placed upon us,
the true worth of our mutual connections.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Crown #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Waking to the Truth
Each passing day finds hope ever dimmer,
the happiness that once was ours shrouded
with darkness, and that bright horizon
now beyond our reach, making it harder to find
the truth within these lambent dreams.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Lambent #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Credit to Tallis Steelyard (Jim Webster) for the term lambent dreams
the permanence of henna
the direction
of our inclinations
holds no pattern
carefree, the actions we take
the permanence of henna
While outside the required forms for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry
Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt, this gogyohka is my response,
with the provided photo (© Willow Willers).
Beyond This Keep
Lofty as they were, our aspirations held
little common ground. The ruins we share
bring me no comfort, and the walls I build
offer even less. There is more than gray
beyond this horizon, and I will find it,
leaving this darkness behind.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Keep #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Perhaps this even meets the prompt from Frank Hubeny at dVerse Poets Pub for Soliloquy.
Standing Alone
All color is drained from an offering
that holds nothing more than the bones
of a life spent pursuing a dream
with no hope of realization.
Like a walk through dry grass,
our journey together has not brought
the joy we sought, with naught but
the knowledge that our ways must part.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Presence #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
