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.
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
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.
Silent Night
Hands, clasped and raised,
slowly open, releasing
hope, that unbounded well of light
in all of us, that the world would know
truth and kindness, the best
of days, the end of all suffering.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Angel #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
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.
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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