Serenity’s End ~ #writephoto

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 ~ with audio ~ #writephoto

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.

Lost Sunrise ~ #writephoto

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.

 

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Waking to the Truth ~ #writephoto


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

In Its Own Light ~ #writephoto

In Its Own Light

A tree would grace this room,
with scattered memories, moments,
as if ornaments in our lives.

Laced with light, a strand of time
across its branches, this past year
and all that it offered, all it has taken.

A balance achieved, yet where
is the balance in taking a life,
to see it wither before our eyes?

Better to see it in its own light,
that we might know it as it is,
as it will be each passing year.

This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Light #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.

 

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Shades of Gray ~ #writephoto

 

Shades of Gray

Let me in. Don’t let me in.
Door after door, opening,
leading ever deeper.
Questions within questions.
The light in your eyes
telling me to enter,
yet offering no answers.

Shadows, hints, that tell nothing,
yet say everything about you.
All of this leading nowhere.
Nothing, but the next,
and the next, each time
leaving little to hold onto
but shades of gray.

This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Open #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.

 

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