The comforting sound of a pen
clicks itself to life
bringing ancient thoughts
back to the present.
Moonshine casts her silvery glow
over a sea of frozen shadows
where centurions will soon
creak and groan feeling
winter’s ice cold nip around
their naked splendour
yet,
will never leave their place
on guard, loyal to the secrets
long hidden ‘neath that spread
of buried life.
The paper meets a silent longing
(imaginary and real)
as evening falls soft upon
the wings of night
and my thoughts await
a symphony of spring
~*~
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Its a lovely way to start a writing session… great imagery.. I enjoyed it
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html
Wow, this is a new favorite of yours, loved every line.
I just loved it. Such eloquent wording and such vivid imagery. Keep doing what you do, because you’re doing it well.
Moonshine frozen shadows into spring…Awesome.;)
DT, the seasonal/creative comparison was graceful, so lovely. I am in one of those places where one does not escape winter (Madison, WI), so I use both my full-spectrum light and my journal to stave off the winter blues.
The “sea of frozen shadows” will soon enough be punctured here for ice fishing, too…! Great write. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/the-balancing-act-of-life/
Despite the chill, I felt I was there, and happy to be so. An excellent poem! 🙂
Lovely verse–so alive in the moment–
It’s almost as if you have a magic pen, but it’s a wand most of us own. There’s reading and there’s writing, both serves as portals to other places, times. I think I caught a glimpse of a time or a place of fantasy or history. Beautiful.
Gorgeous–I so enjoyed this beautifully, imaged write beginning with that click of the pen.
long hidden ‘neath that spread
of buried life. Love this.
Some nice metaphor, as is the surface picture as well.
Thanks
I love this… especially the second stanza!
Sometimes I write best at night when all is quite. What a beautiful post.
Ah, welcome winter. I especially liked how you personified nature by using active verbs.
And hopefully you will write even more. These lines are beautiful :
my thoughts await
a symphony of spring
The word play with click and pen, that was cool 🙂 nice pic as well!
The paper meets a silent longing….exactly..this is how it feels..exactly like this..
oh how my thoughts await a symphony of spring as well. i love writing so much and when the inkwell becomes dry, my heart hurts. 😦
thank you for sharing this lovely piece.
kellie
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/the-widow/
I wonder what keys would do… interesting take… nice picture in your words
So beautiful…..”as evening falls soft upon the wings of night….”
nice…i really like that middle stanza, it creates a new way of looking at it…i love the autumn but the winter can be such a hard time…i wait for spring as well…and try to enjoy the frozen death as much as i can…
So the pen is forcing me to click it to life, how rude is that?..haha I wish it could erase winter and bring on spring, now that would be something.
the pen clicks itself to life – what an awesome line!
Hi dt, I like how the pen clicks itself to life and also how it ends on a note of hope, enjoyed reading.
As the wings of night unfold, more ancient memories are resurrected, the intense longing grows even heavier, the paper almost groan, almost unable to bear the pain in silence….
This is brilliant my friend! I love it so much 😀