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