The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and dissipation began to rise from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the copse barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
I heard the sound of the sea
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It was like a speech of a father:
a timeless speech that never bores;
once a cold, majestic surf;
the other, a patient silence that
frees my heart from all sorrow
I looked around and found no sea;
I found your emerald eyes smiling
as you were uttering my name,
I listened closely as if my name
were a new song, an eloquent piece;
and I got lost in anticipation
as if my name were just about
to be inscribed upon the horizon.
The Cenotaphs Inscription
David J Walker
And when you find your path
To heaven
Looking back is not an option
Navigation flowing through
The heart
Reason set apart
from the gross
Realities of the earth as the domain
Of the second son of God
Yet
here we trod
And there we trod
As angels of lassitude
Hoping we are hovering
Believing if we touch the vulgar ground
We are grounded
Bury my heart in the clouds
The rest may be left beneath
The inscription on the cenotaph
Forgotten in the round
Finally,
What I wished for came to pass.
After many decades of a turbulent life, I managed to reach
The gates of old age!
Now,
Before them I stand,
pondering at the inscription written above the entrance:
"Enter at your own risk!"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 March 2020
The temple is named after the Flower Mountain,
Yet no flowers are seen and weeds are overgrown.
Planting and weeding must be on the routine list ,
For fair flowers are brief while weeds grow fast.
(tran.)
An inscription of our fruition
Is all I want today!
I’m so commanding,
so demanding,
When I have something to say
And so confiding,
so inviting
when I talk to you this way
So instinctly
And so distinctly
My true love is here to stay.
your every sound,
Your so profound.
It's your words I do adore!
Your every disposition,
apparition, and description
you are charming to your core!
I have an inclination
That my true fixation
Always leaves me wanting more,
Because with everyday’s ignition
I love you more and more!
Silver string tugs
By the moons inscription
Writing:
“Open to heart’s desire
Left upon the kind
Leaving one to perspire
Towards the unyielding mind”
The moon sends its grace
To the passerby
Filling all with hope
Of a silver thread design
Russell Sivey
INSCRIPTION!
Gathering my thoughts, I begin to write.
Insofar, I had not wrote in nine years then the sun begins to shine in.
What is it to be without voice?
I know I am of heart and soul.
Therefore, my journey will unfold via poetry.
I will tell about my anticyclones.
I will share my emotions even during the most critical times.
For reason of a metaphorical life, I am the visionary shepherd who guides her sheep.
Midst a salient voice, sentient became an attribute.
Therefore, I walked within the glory of the Lord and by faith; I broke through.
Today I write.
Today I scribe!
Tomorrow brings forth new philosophies.
As a resource for deliverance, literary devices will form.
With a Psalmist thumb, I will share my poems.
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penned on September 13, 2014!
A Little Nip
To Settle Your Stomach
And Gladden Your Heart
To Warm The Nights
While We're Apart
this warrior threw his spear
to kill the village head
the headman wed a financier
while he sleeps here dead
he was no hero
a mere farmer from Ahero
who tendered crops of breed inferior
bow to him
he was a man
To those who are weary and burdened
enter
Here you will find rest
Mend your troubles
You will live
don't knock nor disturb
if you good, enter
if you are bad, go away
knock, rest here with assurance
we are not rich but we have warm hear
we share what we have
your coming is a blessing to us all
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