Monday, January 21, 2008

Poem: Ephemeral
















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:

writerwoman said...

from the first word this poem seems to grow bigger and bigger befor the quiet hush of the last line. impressive.

STP said...

Thank you!!

Sandy Carlson said...

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.