Ephemeral
Ascending from infinite quietude
A whisper breaches darkness,
Speaking with shimmering voice
That draws near a distant shore.
Reflective imprint stands solitary;
Eviscerated of all sentient purpose;
In truth, there, yet not.
A haunting presence illuminating
O’er wanting, outstretched hand.
Copyright SGW 2008
3 comments:
from the first word this poem seems to grow bigger and bigger befor the quiet hush of the last line. impressive.
Thank you!!
I like the silence that penetrates darkness as all senses come together. To be eviscerated of sentient purpose--simply to be as a physical being and yet how else to cross distance and time except through feeling. I will carry this poem and the one above it with me today. Thanks.
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