wontless
do the whispers waft
into our twilit sills
wrought with swaying
unfound merit
peerless ripples
drawn toward rapture
deviate into divineness
sowing weightless tapestries
of finite fates
so tenuous
as twines weaving sinuous wrinkles
born betwixt the burden
of eternal wax and wane
whence seen through
the unseeing eye
watchfully in pithless ponder
plunder of our prosody
on paths
where pasts did weep
profundity
muse
has since turned into prose
its sacred sentiments supposed
triumph we once swore
in visions
wakeless throughout wrested slumber
trundling
the sun’s refute
slow poring over muted snowfall
unwavering vows
burrow through
ciliced breast
tinged solanaceous
fragile fractals
found bestrowing
flashes in the midst
of chaos
suffering
aloft such strange striations
situated rows
composed of moted repose
frigid languor
finds embers subdued
particles of prisms seep
the pain staked with nature’s precision
into furtive crevices
transposing then
our timeworn trinkets
into infinite arrays
of twinkling
vast ornate escarpments
ever to adorn this landscape
waiting to one day be unearthed
so they may be birthed anew
once we will have all surrendered
to an end
thought not befitting
stewards of phantom perspectives
stowed away
’til hearth transcends
[image credit: Ephraim Moses Lilien]
Your best.
Yours
River
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Wonderfully descriptive!
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