Between the distance and silence
There lives a hollowness to subsist
Where fires burn from held memories
Of older days that have passed
But live forever in our hearts
Like whispers without shadows
Only our souls can interpret
I tried to spare you some pain
Even if it came, at my own expense
But I was totally oblivious
That you were doing the same
Sometimes the price of love
Comes at our greatest tax
And that’s what makes it… beautiful
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I am honored to have my poem, Sidewalk Gallery, included in this anthology alongside many other poets that I adore. Thank you, Brian Geiger, for the opportunity to share my words.
From the publisher: “From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of theVita Brevis Poetry Anthology,established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them.This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.”
You can find Nothing Divine Dies here in paperback and ebook.
Come and Enjoy this from Michael!!!
Curl up next to me,
With warm memories woven upon us.
As a frosted world turns,
And we feel a shadow of the void.
Celebrate the present time,
With fingers interlaced and hearts entwined.
Hidden away from howling wind,
And frosted plains sleeping so dark.
This place is ours insulated with a hundred moments,
Protected within our forms.
Curl up next to me,
That we may weave more winter memories.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.
My life was numb
living through the hours in a disconnected haze
nothing to look forward to
except a colourless sunrise
Then you came along
and with you
I felt something
seen and safe
I felt something
no longer alone
It didn’t last
now you’re gone
but I’m no longer numb
I still feel something
a pain which scalds inside my veins
burning through me
I don’t ignore the agony
It’s twisted
but
the terrible way you treated me
brought me back from the grave
and burnt me back to life
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.
Destiny is made known silently.
~ Agnes de Mille ~
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Your DAILY MESSAGE from Angels
There are IDEAS that ONLY YOUWEREBORN to SHARE!
We love you
Wow, Angels!!!
Three squirrely whirlies
Playing tag in the tree
Filled with joy, so carefree
Come, watch the fun
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
The Reluctant Poet 