The mountains hum with the breath of time,
A fleeting ripple across a vast, silent sea.
We speak—
Words fall like leaves,
Carried by the wind of fleeting moments,
Lost,
As if they were never born.
The echo is a phantom,
A whisper in the depths of a cave,
Unheard and unrecalled.
It drifts like dust,
Spinning in circles of light,
But its form is never set,
Its shape never fixed.
In the stillness, we wait,
For a voice,
For a trace of our own thought,
But nothing returns.
Not the laughter,
Not the pain,
Not the promises once carved
In stone that crumbles beneath the weight
Of time’s indifferent march.
We search for meaning,
As if an answer lies in the shadows of repetition.
But the echo is empty,
It has no face,
No soul to offer us,
Only the reminder
That what was spoken
Is gone.
Gone like the wind,
Unseen,
Unfelt,
But never forgotten.
Yet still, we ask—
Will it return?
But the truth lies in the silence,
In the space between the notes,
In the knowing that the echo
Returns not,
But we remain,
Long after the sound has faded,
Long after the world has moved on.
And in that silence,
We find ourselves.
Categories:
unrecalled, deep, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Sunrise golden hour was fading
Gemmed hummingbirds called on red blooms
Jade new day sparkled in wonder.
Songs from pine trees gushed cascading
the still air heavy with perfumes;
Unrecalled were days of thunder.
A lush garden, blooms invading
for hummingbirds in sweet costumes
as bronze sun grew hot way under.
Juicy cherries were pervading
like the bold rainbow which presumes
casting the grim storms asunder.
Soon off to be quite well traveled
Before day, in hues unraveled.
Written on 6/1/2023
For: Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image number 3
Categories:
unrecalled, bird, flower, flying, fruit,
Form: Rhyme
Long did Odin recline
nursed by the long slain.
Long had he relied for news
from his two ravens,
from a world he still thirsted after
and long did love.
His one eye itched
for their long expected return.
Muninn
(known in the old tongue,
as Odin’s Memory),
at last appeared.
The birds sable feathers
were now ghost-grey.
It stumbled in its speech
as it spoke of
what it had seen of the world.
Long were its strange tales,
long were the gaps in its telling
until Odin could not piece together
the recalled from the unrecalled.
In time his second great raven
Huginn (Odin’s thoughts),
entered his awareness
together with its dark ponderings.
Its dire re-telling's
they smote Odin with such force
that he gasped
in a toothless gawp of horror.
He called for his nurse, alas
no nurse was to be found,
he was adrift
upon the long night.
Dawn found his caregivers
searching high, seeking low.
yet only the long discarded bones
of ancient ravens littered his abode.
Categories:
unrecalled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The evening air is warm; the sky
ablaze, splashed in hues of scarlet red.
Lost in reverie, she sits on the porch,
on her favourite woven wicker chair.
Absentmindedly, she twirls her finger
round a strand of silver-white long hair,
reminiscing, eyes half closed, hairbrush
resting on her lap beneath a frail hand.
She smiles as images tease her mind,
momentary glimpses of carefree youth
which all too soon disappear, unrecalled,
lost once more in the hazy mists of time...
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5th February, 2016
Categories:
unrecalled, age, old,
Form: Free verse
To your silhouetted eyes I cling interminably
Long after I’m a faceless unrecalled name
Each memory starring the blanket of night
Fragmenting into blackness with each dawn
Reciprocated secrets locked within furtive eyes
As of ocean crests obsessing the fall of raindrops
Drowning out the whispered pining desires
Celestial radiance unceasingly adorned spreading
Reproachable gossamer ensnaring me whole
Promising ambrosia in the horizons distant light
Evoking nostalgic vows from lilac meadows past
Beneath the ancient constellations my love declared eternal
A myriad of uncounted years have you defined my spirit
Of mislaid lives have I given you back to light whence we came
Era’s forgotten lost in the mists
Names unspoken upon unknown tongues
In climes previously trekked searching over and over
I choose this cycle enduring anguish if it is mine to elect
The dust of time struggled is calloused upon my feet
I shall persist in this journey of searching our fates
To find you again...
Beholding those eyes
Categories:
unrecalled, angst, devotion, faith, hope,
Form: Free verse
The moon appeared whole that night,
at rest, deep within your eyes,
unsure am I of the heavens now,
‘though musings of you stay.
Our lips became acquainted once,
fervour was in abundance,
the season’s phase unrecalled,
‘though musings of you stay.
Honeybee tended to timid rose,
I, in your snug embrace,
winter winds almost forgotten,
‘though musings of you stay.
Joyous faces on a frozen lake,
turn sour with pencilled lines,
nor are you, my love, faultless,
‘though musings of you stay.
Categories:
unrecalled, happiness, husband, love, passion,
Form: I do not know?