Traffic buzzing, racing and jamming brakes
People bustling on sidewalks and streets
Noise with everything, rushing, except for lines waiting
Voices, horns, a blur of activity all around
Then, there is the ride to return home
Empty road, widespread fields, open land
Mountain views with rivers and bright flowers
Peace settles in as my mind clears and heart slows
- It feels like heaven all around -
Heidi Sands
9/2/26
(C)opyright
Holding the power of blue
The nobility thought noble
Peasant acceptance grew
Hypnotised and immobile
Violence in the Kush
For the truest blue ever seen
Not just any old push
But the ultramarine
An accident with blood
Gave us the Berliner Blau
Once where Prussia stood
And is Germany now
Taken on a blue plate
Not so appetising
Slows the heart rate
Without even realising
Introverted, honest and loyal
Calm and composed
Sometimes sensitive to spoil
And a stone heart exposed
A silence that sings, that is a constant hum through the leaves.
Cleansed clear throughout the vents and carried around the eaves
As the incessant rain is forbidden to touch, needed silence as I grieve.
A reservoir of infinite elliptical emptiness left inside.
The graying, cold, empty rooms of this home linger as longing grows.
As my aging holds to the sorrow of the stalwart gray figure that slows,
Bows, its touch, and weakens my soul as we dance, as I doze.
To sheer nothingness and immune to the shattering world.
The silence never stops singing as lonely, grieving
Tears fall on the smooth, unlobed edges of the leaves.
Darkness grows as the piano plays its song
skin first tasted, becomes
Insatiable & Ravenous.
Eyes turn glassy with a new addiction.
The piano beat slows down,
like the wind's sudden
change,
chasin' the grains of wheat.
Written: August 16, 2026, for This Week's Poetry Wheel Challenge
Theme: Storm -
Emotion: Longing
Color: Green
Season: Harvest
Form: Acrostic
Object: Clock
Verb: Remember
S T O R M
Soft thunder stirs the dust along the road,
Tired hands waiting harvest before the cold.
Old windows rattle; remember the rain—
Rust on green gate, smell of earth in pain.
Maybe the clock slows for hope in the dark.
When you are happy it brightens my day when you are sad i feel time slows on me.
Everything i do when you are excited i can feel your echo pictured in my mind and, when your angry everything feels like a void and dead
That's how much you mean to me.
When shadows lengthen and the day grows still,
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep,
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work,
Like sitting down when all the chores are done,
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm,
And all the noise inside begins to clear,
I leave the weight of everyday right with them,
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.
And my heart's suddenly skipping a beat
To the tune of his wooden, stringed acoustic
He's always been who I was meant to meet
His words sung, spoken, or written: my music.
My cheeks warm and soften into a smile.
When I am serenaded by him, my heart swells.
His songs make me happy longer than awhile.
Truly he is the one whom in my heart dwells.
And my heart suddenly slows so steadily
As he sensually seduces my body and mind.
His handsomeness makes me give in readily.
His everything all makes him one of a kind.
My whole body and mind sink inward.
He early on became my favourite partner ever.
His lovemaking makes me love being forward.
He is my best, last, dearest ever lover.
The world belongs to those who speak in whispers.
It exists in the soft space between the rain
and the glass, where time slows down
and the loud chaos of the day finally dissolves.
There is a heavy, beautiful peace in the dark.
Like velvet draped over tired thoughts,
the silence does not feel empty;
It feels full of unwritten music and midnight skies.
To exist completely in the quiet
is to know the truest version of oneself.
No masks, no noise, just the gentle hum of existence
waiting out the storm until the dawn.
White
Blankets
Cover the
Earth; time slows down,
And the drifting flakes
Lighten my heavy heart.
The quiet nights spent under
The milky moonlight and bright stars -
Breathing in and emptying my mind -
It is when I finally feel at peace;
There are no expectations when all
The world has laid its head to rest.
No requirements to be,
I feel I can lay down
My weary bones and
Fade away in
The endless
Fields of
Snow.
Thoughts drift through endless skies,
And whispers echo back with sighs,
Shadows we become – the silence grows,
Like the river that bends but never slows.
Thoughts collide and softly fade away,
In the leaves of time, as life will decay!
Copyright ©2025 by Crystal David John
The Road
Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal.
Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows
To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing.
Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road.
a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ?yesterday
Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path.
Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how
You get here? And what does it all mean, every step?
Still a place of concurrence. If only there were an end,
Or this turning point? Save your tears, regrets; there now. In the silent ocean.
Down this road is a darkness, all-consuming, best laid
plans.
. Family Gathers
. friends arrive
. flowers fade
. voices soften
. hands reach
. fingers touch
. tears glisten
. eyes meet
. breaths ebb
. lips tremble
. breathing slows
. LAST BREATH
. stillness settles
. silence listens
. ripples widen
. faces paused
. sunlight softens
. memories re-surface
. half-smiles through tears
. grief embraced
. thankful we're here
. coming together
. Love Remains
Through midnight's strong storm, truth's lantern still glows
It pierces illuminous light where sea blows
Every weary sailor its soft vow knows
And that light, though faint through darkness shows
Sea's waves may rise in tempest's cruel throes
Yet, truth's tower signals with patience disclose
A thread of light truth, where a lost soul goes
Hopes that at least one will grab and just knows
The flame keeper works all hours up-close
To make dangers less appealing; transpose
Rocks, reefs that are hidden come to light, shows
Light diminishes dangerous shadows.
When the tide of life's dark night, at last slows
In eastern sky an apricot ball does pose
Lighthouse's lantern still beams, mercy knows
Our hope endures, where one true light flows
The final, phosphorescent
water slows,
To weave a microscopic lace
of white,
A meditative riverbed that
flows
Beneath the omnipresent
stars of night.
The tide returns to where it
first began,
To heal the jagged, deeply
broken floor,
To wipe away the enormous
life of men
And soften the crinkled
of the ocean.
It is a perpetual, primordial
design,
An everlasting victory over
death,
Traced softly by a entwining
line.
The wave dissolves inside the
open sea,
A brief snapshot of pure
infinity.
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