a breath bleakly escapes to have its say,
whispering stories of the diminished day,
of words, verbs soaked in lambent lights,
now snoring like sultry soldiers of night
.
a breath bleakly escapes to have its say,
whispering stories of the diminished day,
of words, verbs soaked in lambent lights,
now snoring like sultry soldiers of night
.
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Reblogged this on nostalgicnobody and commented:
I find it so hard to write in rhyme. To me it’s just really admirable to do it without making it sound cheesy. I applaud those poets out there.
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Intriguing painting. A watercolor? Breath… only to return. Gratefully.
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Stunning piece. I loved the word “lambent” – I hadn’t come across this word before, but it’s beautifully suited to the poem and has a luxurious sound!
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Thanks.
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The illustration draws the eye, but the combination of words is what is most intriguing. Terrific!
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I too am new to lambent – so thank you – I love this, especially that last line – nicely penned anmol.
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This piece had a weird effect on me, so to say. The lines reminded me how whenever we pronounce something, we are practicaly pronouncing it dead, too late – rarely ever managing to even describe the feeling that tried to convert itself into words.
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To me I think about this as being a breath escaping in the form of snores….having its say in whispers. And I wonder if those whispers will be remembered in the morn. Smiles. A short, but depthful, write.
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nice… so much in a breath…and i had to look up the word lambent…cool word…goes into my top hundred english words…smiles
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hopefully the words dont snore too much…cool word lambent….cool as well that you can just about say this in one breathe…
just coming back online after a computer crash…and catching up….hope you are well…
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