Hope Refreshes-- Best Titles
Lonely is this night,
grasping what’s here and now
as nightwalk grows bleak…
crushed weeds,
skeletal trees :
lamp posts
cry not for me,
while buds drift
tripping the light.
And as I pray,
Cold is the gush
like dying leaves
like terminal stone
where frozen embers still burn;
to whisper mildly
unspoken regrets
words without shame:
Against an inky night
pride stalls,
oh, the ego
peeling the dark
craving for baby stars;
even angels weep
finding me--
in that clasp of silence
out of the woods
racing with time…
wrestling with uncertainty
to reap hope
until night’s end.
Into the gaiety of spring
loveliness of buds
trembles and thrills…
while on the hillsides
twilight meets dawn :
Life breathes
filled with imaginings,
soothing restless thoughts
if only for this moment--
taming the senses.
CONTEST OF LAURA LOO : BEST TITLES
6/19/2017 ~ 40 lines
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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