In the stillness of Welsh nights,
Seryddwr stands, silent, thoughtful,
Eyes lifted to the vast tapestry above.
Stars, like ancient runes, tell stories
Of time and space, of birth and death,
Unfolding mysteries
only the patient can unravel.
Their hearts beat
to the rhythm of the cosmos,
Each star a note in the infinite symphony,
Guiding their hands, their thoughts,
their dreams.
In the quiet, under Cymru’s starlit sky,
They find their place in the universe.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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I love the introduction of Welsh words in this poem. It gives it a special feel for its meaning and the runes and stars that are ancient view long lost to men of today residing only in vague feelings that come from a distant blood. Very nice Cryptic
Glad that had this effect, Soren. So much we have lost over the epochs. This is but a humble offering in the midst of a vast ocean of sky. 🙏🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic yes we are all but drops in the sea
A fine read even to an old sceptic like me - beautifully worded.
Nicely worded. Your poem inspires awe and reflection about the universe and our connection to it, encouraging readers to find meaning and solace in the celestial world.
Lovely, well done! Enjoyed it!
Good write A. I never knew ya lived in Wales? heehee. Bonjour to ya - a Welsh greeting there, yes?! lol.
That image of stars as ancient runes really stays with me. It frames the cosmos as something read slowly, not conquered. Mystery here isn’t a puzzle…it’s a posture. Beautifully thought out and written, my friend!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Those stars are holes i heaven's floor Rik.
Andy
That’s an excellent way to put it, Andy🕊️🙏🏻
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