Twilight images go by
as cool breezes of the night
draw me close to kindred spirits
on their journey to the stars.
What dreams may come
in the afterglow
as dying embers warm
my fragmented soul
to fly on mended wings
leaving petals on the floor
they won’t hurt anymore
their meaning lost now
in the time and space between.
Alone
subdued
in my beautiful blue
Still waters surround
with purest of white
silent sound
Reliving magic moments
through the essence of
eternity.
~**~
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I live in a very quiet world and my fav verses
‘my fragmented soul
to fly on mended wings’
The imagery that follows was very pleasant
silent film in my mind’s eye. Thanks
… mended wings … try them … ever so careful … ever so gentle … I will … some time … promise. Love, cat
“to fly on mended wings” hmmm I hope someday I can!
Gentle and soothing… captured the silent moments well
Beautiful, soft and a true pleasure to read
Beth
So touching it’s silent.haha
Something which the cat can never be.
What a lovely poem! Thanks!
Very touching and effective. Your own silent moment. Excellente!!!!!!!!
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‘What dreams may come
in the afterglow
as dying embers warm
my fragmented soul…’
Really enjoyed reading this, the words are beautiful!
Gentle, beautiful poetry.
There are some lovely lines here. That first stanza just sets the tone for the whole piece. Nicely done 🙂
I love the soft, gentle feel of this. Silent sound – makes me sigh. I feel like I have read this before. a bit of déjà vu, I suppose.
“…purest of white silent sound.”. Such a beautiful and peaceful phrase.
ah lovely you capture the essence of of the prompt well…written in a tender pen and the imagery is spot on…i too like the same lines as patricia
I loved the clip of the petals falling.
dying embers warm
my fragmented soul
to fly on mended wings
leaving petals on the floor
…this is very moving.
the poem reflects the softness in his face
he seems very gentle for a comedian.
I love this imagery:
“draw me close to kindred spirits
on their journey to the stars”
The soft sounds of the words provide a framework for the images – those flickering images on the screen. Beautiful poem.
Purest of white silent sound – you know there’s a pun there, for white noise…
Wonderful flow and sentiment here, I enjoyed it. Thank you.