Muffled Sounds and Thoughts

within the shadows of dusk
the sky bleeds itself dry
like the blood of my muse
in inkless stages of darkness

whispers fall through summer's trees
in breathless little sighs
muffled beneath the hover
of hummingbird's wings
as they suckle nectar nearby

i am lost somewhere
in their distant chatter
and thunderous roars
rumbling the hillside
as clouds loom above
swirling like thoughts
in the depths of mind
only to be lost again
as momentary rains
spiral downward
then vanish
as quickly as they came

i watch the prismatic wings
swiftly fly off into the distance
as the sky erupts in an arc
of vibrant colors
then fades beneath the gray
becoming a blank canvas
much like this mind of mine
as the shroud of darkness
blankets my muse
in silence again


June 26, 2020

STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1) any form any theme Poetry Contest
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Wolves Avatar
October 1, 2020 at 2:27 PM
Awesome poem
Makama Avatar
June 29, 2020 at 2:43 PM
Witty, beautifully written and with a lot of wisdom. A big big congratulations! Well deserved.
Roper Avatar
June 28, 2020 at 12:14 PM
Great deep poetry, Sandra. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve
Goldsmith Avatar
June 28, 2020 at 11:20 AM
Congratulations on your win. Your pen was again writing a wonderful poem. Enjoy your day...........
Mcgee Avatar
June 28, 2020 at 10:58 AM
Wow...I think we can all relate to having our muse shroud in darkness swirling to our depths. Well said Sandy. Congrats on your win.
Gondolf Avatar
June 28, 2020 at 9:12 AM
Sandy, it is so good to see a new post from you and as always a wonderfully penned poem at that. I have been in the same position lately with nothing around to inspire me. I hope all is well in your part od the world. Hugs, John
Wolf Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 10:18 PM
'the sky bleeds itself dry like the blood of my muse in inkless stages of darkness' -- Whoa, lady! Powerful penning!... Sometimes I think your powerful images of darkness make Stephen King look like a comedy writer! Superb contest entry. Hope all is well -- wow, the state you live in is really getting put through the wringer --. Take good care, Gershon
Dietrich Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 5:02 PM
well, this is absolutely going to get a placement. Awesome poetry, Sandy.
Parker Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 2:28 PM
to be one with your surroundings is a gift given not chosen, for you are and always will be a thread woven into nature's fabric
Blown Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 1:12 PM
mmmmph.....mmmmmmha!…..mmmuh…. fulled!?….nnnnnice…..write...cofcof…mmm …..ssstan sand
Wanter Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 10:45 AM
Lovely!
Proxenos Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 10:02 AM
Sandra, always keep penning these awesome excellent poems - I send you best wishes and blessings. This is a win! Hugs, Jennifer.
Pandit Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 6:46 AM
Beautiful as ever my friend. Excellent write worthy of first place. I saw that rainbow you speak of--after the fleeting storm couple of days ago.
Trifiatis Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 3:16 AM
Your enchanting muse has inspired you to write verses of inspiring beauty dearest, Sandra! Well done! Hugs xxx
Cunningham Avatar
June 27, 2020 at 3:09 AM
Your muse is back Sandra, nice to see you posting again. Good luck in the contest and enjoy your weekend. Tom
Hamilton Avatar
June 26, 2020 at 10:01 PM
Loved this one Sandy nice to see you posting. Hope you are well.
Adams Avatar
June 26, 2020 at 10:08 PM
Thank you John... my muse is weak but I am trying... I hope to attempt more contests but when I try she goes blank...I spent a day away as we finally went green so more places were open...I had a good day and I guess a clearer mind...I am good though... hugs :)
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