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2006 When tempest subsides
in the barren moors,
silence swells,
filling the void.
silence swells,
filling the void.
Tears fall,
carving paths on skin,
yet bring a moist clarity,
mending broken places.
The grass whispers
secrets of rebirth,
each drop a promise,
each tear a renewal.
The horizon stretches,
endless, with hope
seeping into the soil.
In this moment,
life whispers softly
in the language of
rain and silence.
Nice!
Wow! What striking imagery, vulnerabke, sore and yet hopeful and full of possibility.
Thanks!
That's quite what it's like
That's quite what it's like after a hurricabe
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Your supreme verbal skill is
Your supreme verbal skill is well attested and demonstrated by this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Starwardized [fka Starward]
Your much appreciated
Don't know much about 'supreme,' but much valued and appreciated comments are sustenance to the writing soul. Thank you
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver