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Edward's Pick a Title #53 Contest ~ July 12, 2025

Nebulous Horizon

So, it's been said that everything looks better in the morning light, but when sun's warm rays cannot break through the shrouded zenith what hope is there for life?

What can be observed in a world that's been shrouded in gray
when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day?
The answer I cannot prudently offer, nor do I fear anyone can say
when it appears as if a malevolent force holds luminance at bay.

No amber sun rises in the East to greet dawn in the morn,
nor does a red sky serve seafarers as a means to forewarn
them of a danger lurking on the high sea may soon be born...
A nebulous horizon has taken a choke hold with winds of scorn.

Worldly warmheartedness has weekend and no longer exists
and everything is blanketed as if drenched in drizzling mists.
Irascible is mankind; legions are protesting with raised fists.
What's become of the brotherhood of man? It no longer subsists.

Will another starry, starry night ever again be visibly seen
or is Earth to be left forever without shades of forest green?
Void of reflected prismed sunsets in a world no longer serene
as though lost in a deep abyss, tossed into the mouth of a ravine.

And if another day cannot be distinguished from dark of night
will civilization be destroyed or left to dwell in consummate fright?
Will people be fearful of this ambiguous, amorphously baffling plight
if starlight's glimmering is absent, leaving Earth in a decaying blight?

Riding low across aubergine skies, gray clouds are being swept
as if bruised from sullen memories, the landscape has wept.
Over smoky plains and hazy valleys, a nebulous fogginess has crept
leaving life consumed by dankness, a catastrophic concept.

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Edward Ibeh Date: 7/19/2025 4:56:00 PM Lin, heartiest congratulations on your podium win in my contest with this masterfully crafted write. I'm pleasantly surprised to see you on my winners list. Keep joining contests, my friend. Login to Reply

Duke Beaufort Date: 7/13/2025 2:11:00 PM Lin, this is an excellent description of what it feels like to be in a depressed state. It's very possible that we will see a huge decline in civilization and more, and my own view is that we might not be able to stop it. We are very lucky to have metacognition and hopefully the good we have will last as long as possible. I don't think anything really lasts forever. Smiles!! Login to Reply

Ink Empress Date: 7/12/2025 7:00:00 AM Ah linnersz, im so happy to see you post today! And we both wrote on same prompt and posted today! Yours is obviously way better and deeper and soulfully moving and one that shows and reflects how your mind works in such deep ways, i really love “ Will people be fearful of this ambiguous, amorphously baffling plight if starlight's glimmering is absent, leaving Earth in a decaying blight?” I always feel more when theres questions in a poem and you have stated some strong thoughts! Exquisite and meaningful! So descriptive and powerful! Pleasure reading this gem! Best wishes for the contest. Sending you light always. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 7/13/2025 1:06:00 PM It's been quite a while since I've been free enough to write anything to post. Thank you, my sweet friend for always making time to read my poetry and finding just the right words to allow me to see how deeply they mean to you. Pshaww at which is better. We both know it doesn't matter. Your light is always welcome.

Hiya Sharma Date: 7/12/2025 6:17:00 AM What a deeply poignant and heart-stirring poem this is, dear Lin! I could absolutely feel the depth of aching emotions which you've painted in the dark imagery here, conveying those vulnerable sentiments that cloud the eyes, when catastrophic uncertainties hide the sun and restrict every light from reaching us. Absolutely brilliant, where you've taken the theme of a nebulous horizon and interpreted it in such a resonating manner, with impeccable rhymes and metaphors. "when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day", "as if bruised from sullen memories, the landscape has wept" I really love these lines and that ending is so moving. Always a pleasure reading your work, sending you light and best wishes, sweet soul. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 7/13/2025 1:05:00 PM Your comments are always so in depth, Hiya. I truly appreciate the time and thought that you put into expressing your reviews of my poetry. I'm thankful for your friendship. Hugs.