Brings a thought: could the cold stone marble slab in its silence and only the desolate breeze be an exact quietude after a fireworks display of an earthly roadtrip into the hereafter? The engraved letters in the cold light of a silent moon mute the sound of their meaning still.... that after the autumn equinox the cold of winter's reticence, her chilly fingers pass and caress.
Brings a thought: could the
Brings a thought: could the cold stone marble slab in its silence and only the desolate breeze be an exact quietude after a fireworks display of an earthly roadtrip into the hereafter? The engraved letters in the cold light of a silent moon mute the sound of their meaning still.... that after the autumn equinox the cold of winter's reticence, her chilly fingers pass and caress.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you for that comment,
Thank you for that comment, and I think this comment is a nascent poem that deserves to be developed.
J-Called
It did feel like a conception
It did feel like a conception began and it will gestate in its own unique timing. Thanks for confirming this in your very kind response.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver