In the stillness of the dawn There is a chance for a new beginning A time to cast away that which no longer works The mangled and exhausted dialogue Repeated endlessly and accepted as gospel A new language to be learned and a fresh way of communicating
My beloved I fear we are at an impasse My heart fights with my head and it will always win I languish in the love and you thrive in the war Zero to crazy in three seconds is no longer the norm It must end It did end and this is the new dawn
Slowly but surely Bit by bit Concentration comes Closing off the world Contemplating, meditating Fingers touching thumbs
Judicious use of thoughts Contained and controlled Absorbing the environment Looking outward to Nature Searching for the answers on a path to enlightenment
Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with beautiful art by Beverly Dyer I chose her painting of the Owl as it is a symbol of wisdom. Sometimes we forget how wise we are, particularly when we lose sight of ourselves.
In the wake of your furor I come up for air breathing it deep into my lungs until the oxygen calms my brain and I can think clearly again
I remain inconspicuous on the perimeter of your struggle for sense Here I can observe your body language and know that this is on you, not me and I owe no apology
Sorry will never be uttered as it is never felt Words will be knitted in a pattern to obscure and hide the truth This is your way Forever justified
Threads of moonlight streaming across the night sky weaving an intricate web of light Spilling into the darkness, creating A reflection into my mind’s eye and teasing my sight
The bank of mist that was hovering just above the sea, short-lived and disappearing as it reached the land Revealing upright rocks reminiscent of lady fingers on a charlotte cake made from sand
What visions play out in imagination when blackness becomes white or hidden becomes seen Mesmerizing, proffering thoughts for consideration and anticipating the excitement of what will glean
In response to Jane Dougherty's Poetry Challenge #33 - Silent - A Cascade A Cascade is four three-line stanzas, without rhyme. Three lines of the first verse used successively as last lines of following verse Line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
