A Light descends - softly
Into the hollow soul - aching
What once was dim - forgotten
Now opens wide - to Breath
A Hand unseen - extends
Where faltering steps - struggled
New strength - unfurls - within
What was - now - nevermore
The path - glows bright - beneath
Not of dust - or toil - alone
But of unseen grace - unfolding
A secret flame - burns clear
No end to dread - is found
But purpose - whispers low
A journey - in its waking
And the soul - at rest - knows
- Author: gray0328 ( Offline)
- Published: August 25th, 2024 04:57
- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute to Emily Dickinson
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 42
Comments3
I love the rhythm that this form of poetry gives to the piece. It has a heart beat. Lovely
Thanks Soren, always appreciate your feedback brother
This is a wonderful tribute to Emily Dickinson. I swear I saw her penning her poems late at night by candlelight, as she glanced through the window. Very much enjoyed.
Thanks Cassie, it took me a week to get the style down. I happy I the tribute hit home
Love it
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