poem originally written based upon this image--an online poetry class assignment
poem submitted to “1490” poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, July 20, 2026
I stand at the edge of stillness, a turquoise lake so calm it seems carved from the breath between my thoughts. the hills gather close, gentle silhouettes holding the world in a loose embrace, and the trees shimmer with star-shaped leaves that seem otherworldly ahead, the moon lifts itself like a golden clock face, Roman numerals glowing faintly as if time has chosen to reveal its secret architecture. its reflection drifts across the water, a glowing ribbon of light that stretches toward me~ not as a path, but as a question my heart already knows but cannot answer. in this place, the hills, the star-leafed trees, the turquoise stillness, and the clock-moon all seem to agree that time is gentler than we remember~ a soft turning, a luminous pause held in the hands of water.
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