Sam Toil Poet Free verse

A Time Between Gods

all Is
in the autumn sky:
red and orange
dark blue and black
and a cool wind 
kissing the sun goodnight.

all Is
in this musty den:
blue and flickering
images and shadows 
dancing 
in the minds of tired women and stooped men.

all Is calm
but for the patter of children
wandering alone
through horrors and tangled brush.

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Kevin Lawrence January 30, 2025 at 9:36 PM Excellent word choices pulling us right into the mood and setting of the observer. Great writer, Siir.

Fran Delaney-Barron January 30, 2025 at 7:15 PM Sam, the reflection on the moment’s varying settings is powerful. In these moments and settings it IS all there is. This is a difficult concept to capture and for some to even experience. This piece is filled with empathy for the various forms of human experience occurring similtaniously. Brilliant!

Kathleen Kroll April 10, 2016 at 3:25 PM Such an interesting title.. We feel that we live in a beautiful world until we look closely and often we don't want to look too close for fear of what we might find. You captured what so many of are not talking about. Thank you. Invite you to read Innocents on my page. Interested in your reaction. Kathleen Kroll Kathy

Rob Carmack April 10, 2016 at 11:28 AM Just saw this on the front side, wished I had wrote it.

Teddy Kimathi April 4, 2016 at 7:31 AM A wonderfully presented imagery!!!Congrats Sam, for being featured in the Poetry Soup home page!!! ;-)

Michael Miers June 3, 2015 at 12:37 PM visceral imagery. it is that opaque and seemingly indecipherable moment between the "two vast seas of uncertainty" strong, brother, strong.

Brooke Dylan May 1, 2014 at 7:34 PM Sam... wow.. this digs deep in the soul.. but for the patter of children wandering alone through horrors and tangled brush. these lines oh my word... amazing writing.. Brooke Sam Toil May 2, 2014 at 6:56 AM Brook, I blush at your comment:) That I was able to "dig deep in your soul" gratifies me enormously:) Peace...Sam

Richard Lamoureux April 23, 2014 at 8:46 AM I can appreciate why others are also taken with your work. It is good that you chose to come here. Sam Toil April 23, 2014 at 9:12 AM Its nice to be here, Rick. I tried very nearly every other poetry site on the web before finding PoetrySoup. None of them were a good fit for me. But this place, thanks to friends like you, is starting to feel like home. Thanks for your warm encouragement. Peace...Sam

Sara Kendrick April 20, 2014 at 5:12 PM Very dramatic turn in the last stanza which states a truth that still exists today..Thanks for the visit to my page..I enjoyed reading your lovely interpertation of my work..Sara Sam Toil April 20, 2014 at 5:37 PM Thank you Sara so much for picking up on that turn in the last stanza. I agonized over it for days --- afraid that it would not fit. You inspire me so much! Happy Easter...Sam