Best Adumbral Poems
In the nacre of morning light
ice tendrils over cobbled stones
touching lake's edge
as surrounding crags plummet
to the surface.
An opaque sky preens
diaphanous plumage
as I, like Narcissus,
ponder my reflection
in winter's adumbral waters.
My face flickers on the silent depths
like a mirage, an anomaly
of flesh and bone
in isolated wilderness.
I drop a pebble; the image scatters
as though blown away by arctic wind.
Soon encroaching cold
will obscure the lake with a sheet
of luminous crystal;
I'll be gone by then
like an alpine gust of summer
that appeared suddenly
through the spruce flocking
to a frozen oasis
below desolate summits.
12/16/18
I gained back all my trust
after I freed myself from guilt,
and not suffered much from it;
ah, bravery taught me a lot!
Because of this hurt,
I hid myself behind a shadow,
every thought was full of sorrow;
whatever happened to faith?
I hoped for a serene tomorrow
to explore joy and feel its worth:
all turned out to be a quirt...
digging gold into dirt!
I wanted to feel alive,
transform bitterness into sweetness,
flee from the adumbral prison
where I was held captive by fears;
I admit to have been too lonely:
a complete wretched in isolated region,
no naive to befriend and run away,
where folks loved to drink and connive!
Nobody offered empathy
and true understanding,
they never reached out
but showed embitterment
sneering, staring and wondering
if I deserved the harshest
and cruelest punishment,
for having done much harm
to others with malicious rage!
I shouldn't have treated then evilly
and remained gratified and calm!
Because of this hurt,
nights are brighter than a desert,
moonlight has a luminous glow;
I'm a ghost aimlessly wandering,
not knowing his destination!
I'm the doer who failed to follow
his aspiration and ambition,
not redefining thought and feeling!