the chill in the frigid night air
casts tremors of lingering shadows
upon an ancient windowsill
where a liquescent candle’s glow dims.
peering into shattered mirrors’
silver hued jagged edges
that no longer reflect counterfeit images
a nascent paradigm unfurls in the wind.
terrifying diminutive steps are taken
in directions au courant
enabled by years of refinement
in torrid near incessant fires.
an excrescence of wisdom
has broken the weathered mold
allowing a senescent wisdom
to shimmer a phosphorescent glow.
the venerable map leading
to this transcendent destination
is not read but perceived
through intuition’s faint whisperings.
©2017janetaylorhardy
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Author:
jane taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2017 09:23
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Comments7
wow! beautiful lines!
thank you meggie! i really appreciate your comment :0)
Very lovely Jane!
thanks so much ~ i appreciate your gracious comment :0)
Awesomely written and wonderfully expressed write
Thanks Tony! :0)
Welcome
Oh the joy of reading the language as it should be written - Magic.
thank you so much michael :0)
I'm listening. It's a wondrous awesome place. Elegant style.
thank you so much for listening augustus and for your kind comment :0)
This is very pleasing poem shared here. The chill in the frigid night air
casts tremors of lingering shadows. An excrescence of wisdom has broken the weathered mold. Beautiful imagery fills mind with interesting sense. This mesmerizes mind really.
thank you pintu ~ you are always amazing!
loved it,seems classical
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