Known, Yet Unknown

Known, Yet Unknown

A friend you’ve never met
shares,
and you are the better for it.

Vision, with an eye for detail,
provides inspiration.

Vision, broad in perspective,
raises questions, brings understanding.

Vision regarding history
offer an interconnectedness.

Vision of the earliest moments
becomes a portal to the future.

And though still obscure,
as the final moment approaches,
a friend you’ll never meet
is willing to share it.

for Sue Vincent

Photo courtesy of Helen Jones

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

Beyond This Keep ~ #writephoto


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.

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Perhaps this even meets the prompt from Frank Hubeny at dVerse Poets Pub for Soliloquy.

Standing Alone ~ #writephoto


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.

 

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