The Pensive Poet
Written: August 4, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "A pensive poet looks around and stays where quiet deepens, accumulating shards of what is felt but never expressed until even sadness finds a tongue." By Poet
************
The dusk leans in, and rests upon the hill,
A quiet weight that sinks into my chest.
I walk the worn-out path, half-lost, half-still,
Letting memories rise at their behest.
The sky grows pale and folds into the trees,
Its silver fading through the cooling air—
I pause, as though the hush were meant to ease,
the restless thoughts I never learned to share.
A distant light begins to warm the stone,
A soft light that moors a wandering mind.
I am in the dusk, no longer alone—
And feeling the calm that time left behind.
My muse may wane, but leaves me all her heart.
Silken oracle flame might forge fair art.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
