Nette Onclaud Poet Imagism

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For John Lawless' Perhaps Contest. .. 19 Sept 25

Maybe, Perhaps

This soulful hour comes after dusk
when failing sun breaks through
 the pillars of trees...  I roam alone
maybe to  find rest on a hilly granite,
 sit around and there, let my  body 
embrace light pouring down 
into the woods,  nourished by
all shades and colors of things.

Hearing my own silence 
 with a hint of windsong,
should i wonder if peace 
   be near? ...perhaps: 
Like so,  the higher self climbs 
through the trellis of  breeze, 
  arriving in a funnel of light like a ray 
to gaze at, touch a god-like image...

Enthralled by  an unknown pour
    of surrender ,  I gently wander 
 through a  holy city inside  myself.

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Troy Greece September 27, 2025 at 9:15 PM Congrats, you're on the wnners' list!

Joe Maverick September 21, 2025 at 12:57 PM I take it you were on a high.? Here.' Dear.)

Danny Derden September 19, 2025 at 5:12 PM This is luminous and meditative—your imagery flows like breath through trees. You’ve captured the sacred quiet of dusk with reverence and grace. The final lines shimmer with spiritual depth. Keep writing; your poetry invites the soul to listen.