Light evanesced upon his leaving
with the final choke of dusk--
the fragrance of orchids wisping softly
and I shiver...vapid, empty
clouds swallowing the kiln of lamppost-
and into the restless clang
from winds booming,
the dirge of hummingbirds stutters
which makes noises louder
than my groans-- the ceiling of sky
breaking like splinters of glass-
and among incandescent stars,
our distant, intermittent rendezvous
withers as my peppered tears grate
the bitter tincture of night's burial
from all his trespasses,
a body language
coiled in stale cocoon...his words
barbed as jailed verses ...
unuttered ,unsaid.
Written: November 17, 2025
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The night used to gargle with garrulous joy—
canorous crickets, a capacious choir
beneath the diaphanous veil of dusk.
Now, only the hissing of wires,
the gaseous hum of machines
careen through the cloudscape.
I prowl the porch at the moon’s behest,
a flaneur of vanished felicity,
searching for the fetching fipple-song
that once gamboled through the grass.
But the calyx is closed.
The petiole wilted.
The elixir of sound—evanesced.
Where once the heron slept
and the wisteria wore its tiara of dew,
now lies a threadbare hush,
a dismal hex of silence.
The garden, once gaudy with chirps,
It is a byzantine grave of elision.
Did we disassemble for too long?
Rake too deep?
Abase the earth with hubris
And flapdoodle dreams of dominion?
Did our egregious hunger
for luster and control
writhe the world into quiet?
Bits of pieces,
Scattered around,
To pick them up,
is what must be done,
Shifted about,
The broom sweeps,
What left underneath,
Is none of my concern,
Scoured away,
Evanesced by each beating minute,
Concealed far apart from my sight,
There is nothing to be noticed,
Cipher left behind,
Nullity lingers here,
Nothing was here,
Indifference, it never was.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
Prophesies by seers may be derided and prophets may be lampooned. But time may prove them right" By Poet.
There was none to listen to him.
His words were like:
-A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks.
-The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night.
-The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry.
-The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners.
His words sounded meaningless,
to a world that spoke a different tongue.
With no receptacle, his words like heated waters
evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards,
like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds.
One day it rained down,
quite unexpected…….
with thunder and lightning!
Our love is botanical garden
where the trees have evanesced
The petals have wilted
The roots are debilitated
as if they were immune to growth
And the soil can barely shelter a seed
This is the landscape of the dead
Hope dies before it can grow
No season will stop this home from dying
What has withered will never return
I long for the time when this was our Eden
A place of peace and harmony
Yet I sit here in everlasting silence
appreciating the greatest dissonance of today
- Our botanical garden
The ricefields at the
roadsides were gone.
I didn’t notice when
they started to fade.
I felt empty and sick,
as sad as dark dawn,
when I saw the flock
of teeny weeny birds,
chasing each other
going to the direction
where four squares
rice paddies located.
If green grains evanesced,
where should they go
to find food when even gardens
turned into buildings too?
A dark void now envelops my
saddened shrinking heart
that once was so filled with
declarations of your love.
I don't recall when your passions
evanesced... slowly, but surely,
or when that spark left your eyes.
I was working too hard to notice.
Like the burden of a cut dying rose
As it struggles to hold up its head
and its once vibrant beauty fades,
Our love has wilted, faded away.
It is sad when a couple once so in
love slowly drifts and grows apart.
It's even sadder when each of them
still has love left in their hearts.
3-12-20
Life plays a master role
In the breaking of a love
Muffled by prejudices
Covered with deceit
Chaser feeling evanesced
Healed with past of time
Conquering deep sorrow
Expressed with tears
Runner came regretful
Chasing back the chaser
Ignoring obvious signals
Sparks of love disappeared
Love starts by loving yourself
Accepting chaser to stay alone
Wedding bells arrived to runner
Finding his desired soul mate
A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished the gaiety gesture -
of the charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Swarms of floating stars, clothed its beaming bride-like allure,
Its immortal repose, like a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks erased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover,
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a stray-lover.
Often, rustling forests fanned their chastity, within earth’s soothed solitude,
While courting birds, would with the soulful stillness, intermittently interlude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance -
Skies; were like suitors charming the earth with transient romance,
Meantime, demulcent breaths of pulsating night, induced like zephyrs opiate,
As flesh-less caresses of moist-less air, evoked tranquility insatiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty ephemeral -
as I watched the Night Earth, become a real-life mural.
© Maverick Nyambu
How about we stay home this weekend
Some time with you I’d love to spend
Years of matrimony evanesced, let’s pretend
And once again try to be just good friends
Actually, go outside and knock on the door
Let me welcome you and take your coat
I’ll make you a cup of your favorite ginger tea
And listen to you with all honesty
Let’s forget the groceries, bills and the pantry
Just talk about the man you want to be
Tell me your worst fears; where does it hurt
Which dreams of yours lay covered in dirt
I’ll try to look into your brown beautiful eyes
Without expecting any promises or replies
The life we share-its busy, its good
But I haven’t asked about the sore corn on your foot
Did I forget? I don’t even recall, what a shame
The music you stir into the last syllable of my name
Let’s start to unlearn, let’s come undone
Alien they seem-the versions of us we’ve become
Let’s stay in. I’ll call the hosts; I’ll take responsibility
We are popular enough at parties already
warmth of holding hands on trips evanesced
sunlight still bounces off of
those keepsake fridge magnets
Written on:04/05/2017
Dripping emotions end
When dripping emotions end up in stare,
all churned up humour, fuming breaths of flair,
Subtle shreds of heart foresee no mend,
a waning smile these tender pieces pretend,
Shuddered by endless tides of strife,
evanesced the faintest melody of my life,
Plethora of thoughts and broken threads,
rests tranquil the soul, at deepest beds,
Expressions of ache, in vivid colours carved,
no twinkle in eyes, my looks are scarred.
Written Sept 15th, 2016
For contest "All the little pieces"
Sponsor- Broken wings
Entered for "Contest 203 any form max 14 lines" by Brian Strand
Starshine and silhouettes
Happiness was mine
as our shadows danced under the moon
Silhouettes of starshine's glimmer
as you glide across the room
Shadows escaping each other
as our silhouettes they evanesced
Mesmerized by your celestial spectacle,
I had to catch my breath
Intrinsic energy and emotions
accelerating fusion all through the night
My shadow danced in time with your silhouette
and I knew that you were mine.
John Derek Hamilton
May 01,2016
Taken
Once a rhyming heartbeat,
glowing pearl of my eyes,
With betrayal of trust
was taken into tears of regret,
As cascades of intense passion,
evanesced never to rise.
Written Nov 30th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
No of words- 28
For contest "Fallen in 25-30 words" by Nette
Long lost voices howl to me
There are throat-eaters I cannot foresee
But now they're getting closer, what happened my mind was so in line.
Now my blood is curdling, the howls are sending chills down my spine.
When they start hunting, we'll all fall down fall down cold blooded
From the phantasm we created, we shivered, our fear was flooded.
During the assault of the wolves,
we'll all be fallen by the day.
In the night of the wolves
I've been searching all around they have left no trace to be found
It's like they evanesced, but I know they're around.
In the darkness of the night, they come down the hill to hunt.
Now we're done for, this is now a massacre battle front.
When they start hunting, we'll all fall down fall down cold blooded
From the phantasm we created, we shivered, our fear was flooded.
During the assault of the wolves,
we'll all be fallen by the day.
In the night of the wolves.
The sun is uprising
Ourselves we're chastising
Most have all fallen
Our few are crestfallen.
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