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Point Of No Return

We spend the hours in tinge of pale There's no tenderness quite right-- And more hazy moments prevail Growing dimmer like snuffed twilight. Although he's near the inky hues Splatter into unanswered coos: While this pained heart bears all To feel his cold of whispers diffuse. Shall we grate hours in tinge of pale? This time... let me request, The tiny stars to dart away Beyond the ridge of moonlit crest. My longing hands and warm embrace Can't fill his icy space --- How one-way is ardor's mantra Point of no return... I'm out of grace.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/3/2025 5:52:00 PM

Nette, this place you describe doesn't seem very pleasant, but I suppose it's worth placing ourselves in it. It helps me appreciate the here and now even more. At least you have the sense to remove yourself from someone's icy space. Why live there when there are so many warm and wonderful places to exist in? Smiles!

Len Gasun

Date: 6/2/2025 8:52:00 AM

Another incredible piece my dear poet sis. I'm carried away again by this excellent poem of yours. You do well in all forms: free verses, rhymes and all. Thanks for sharing with us another precious gem. Best wishes to you not only in contests but for everything. Sending smiles and hugs.

Paige Hind

Date: 6/1/2025 6:53:00 PM

Absolutely a breathtaking piece, Nette. You WRITE with grace. Beautiful take on the prompt. May you win!! <3

Silent One

Date: 6/1/2025 11:46:00 AM

Your poem is so delicately haunting—it moves like fading light at dusk, with a softness that belies the deep emotional weight beneath. The repeated line “in tinge of pale” sets the entire tone so effectively it evokes not only literal colour but a kind of emotional fading, a relationship dimming into distance.

Sam Kauffman

Date: 6/1/2025 9:06:00 AM

Nette, this poem strikes deeply into the depths of the melancholy heart. Beautifully written and crafted!