and I like it.
I give, I give, I never take
Topic
Poetry
Here words transcend meaning, evoking emotions, imagery, whimsy, and thoughts.
Where the Arrow Points
An arrow shot across the sky.
Observers watch with keen-eyed stare,
Convinced the answer lay right there.
Pointing to the truth afar.
But eyes fixed on fleeting streak,
Mistook the signal that it seeks.
A moment's guide, a fleeting clue.
Not the truth, but a nudge,
Towards deeper
Echoes of the Felled
I wrote this poem out of a sense of frustration with my current approach to a memoir I'm writing. I've come to realize that the story is less about me and more about the places where the events occurred and their history, stretching back to the
Bloomin' Wirds
Past poetry, distant chore,
Youth's eyes, nothing more.
Now in bloom, pen in tow,
Verses flow, blossom, and grow.
Others' words, a silent sea,
My own, a garden, wild, free.
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Whispers willow's sway,
Secrets close of day,
Shadows silent play,
Unspoken led away.
Moonlit water's face,
Mirrors silvered grace,
Ripple story's trace,
Unsaid time's embrace.
Gentle breeze, autumn leaves,
Tales untold, mind perceives,
In gaps, soul believes,
Understood, night reprieves.
Pause, a
Palu's Song
Palu, a joyful purple butterfly, made her home in a majestic tree beside a serene lake. This tree, a grand old tree, sprawled wide over the lake shore, adorned with an array of bright purple flowers. Each morning, as the first rays of sun kissed the world, Palu would awaken
Dance that time forgot.
A room lies in dreams. The air, thick, anticipation, murmurs of forgotten songs. Whispers of fog. Dancers, forms fleeting, like memories out of reach. The sonorous beat, two figures gravitate, the world blurring. As they near, drawn by fate, they meld smoky embrace, two souls intertwining, passing through, leaving a
My Fool's Lament
Once, I set forth with jester's grin,
Eager for the world to let me in.
Yet now I tread, my laughter stilled,
My youthful zeal long since fulfilled.
Each horizon brought me fleeting joy,
Each new dawn, a gift to employ.
But over years, sunsets amassed,
Each glowing