Barren Shadows

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Written: May 26 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow. A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show. With rasping tears of seabirds, in silent cries. They uncover comfort in various forlorn sighs. Horizon depicts a snapshot of dreary gray. Raven rainbows trance in barren dismay. Why are you grieving, my wounded heart? Why are you missing vivid spring impart? Birds in scarlet, saffron, and cyan hues, Glorious in the skies, so ariose views. Yet, time slips by and you head away Remote star casts me out of abyss sway. I maunder amid dry gloom, forlorn and alone. Chuckles echo across my passing groan. In grief of shorebirds, I learn of my plight. As I long for your arrival with all my might. But hope lingers, akin to a glimmer at night. We will return one day in a pure love light. I will wait for that juncture, my soul ever true. In bleak wilderness, memories will renew.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/28/2024 8:15:00 PM

Especially enjoyed: Birds in scarlet, saffron, and cyan hues, Glorious in the skies, so ariose views...love the color and melodic views.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/28/2024 9:41:00 AM

SP, the beginning of the 3rd line from the end begins with "We." I had expected, "You." The use of we cements your connection to the seabirds in a special way and how what you miss is not just the seabirds, but your connection and love that is missing. A really wonderful allegory for all that we might miss in our lives and that we value. I really like pieces that surprise me like this and which do so with such subtlety.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/27/2024 4:17:00 AM

Your opening lines set the stage for the forlorn state of mind: Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow. A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show---Yet, there is light in the final stanza: But hope lingers, akin to a glimmer at night. We will return one day in a pure love light--well depicted emotions, my friend.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/26/2024 5:19:00 PM

A sad poem. There are times we question if the sun will rise. These are lovely, sad words.

Tonye George

Date: 5/26/2024 3:41:00 PM

I particularly love when you have audio on it. It could pass for a lullaby. "But hope lingers, akin to a glimmer at night. We will return one day in a pure love light." Are we really going to see all those we've lost someday? I love this piece, it's comforting. Whether we love or not, it still hurts.