Each Turn
No potter, I
can only hope this vessel
is worthy of your affection.
With each turn of the wheel,
each minute, hour, that passes,
it beats only for you.
This poem is my response to Sunday Muse #164,
with the image provided by The Sunday Muse.
That Final Destination
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The beauty held in the far horizon
cannot be gauged until it is experienced.
There is no chill in the unknowing,
only an awareness of heights scaled
and heights waiting to be achieved,
the warmth of their intrinsic value.
Light or dark, each moment
along the way brings me closer
to enlightenment, the hindsight
to reveal the gift within each moment,
in that moment when all fog is lifted.
This poem, with 99 syllables, is a response to a challenge at The Carrot Ranch, which was to write prose of 99 words or a poem of 99 syllables, inspired by the provided photo (above). Although I inadvertently submitted an earlier draft of 98 syllables, the challenge was for a worthy cause, which was to raise funds to assist Sue Vincent with expenses incurred as she struggles with her illness. The entire collection of responses can be found here.
The Waiting Portal
Never far,
yet always distant.
Darkness or light?
What is the relevance?
Some questions
remain unanswered.
Obscured perception will
one day open to distinction.
What lies beyond?
KL Caley has taken over as torchbearer for the photo challenge started five years ago by Sue Vincent. This poem is my response to Beyond the Door – #writephoto Renewal, which uses the first photo used by Sue in her challenge.
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
