Quiet light breaks the fields
played out a thousand
times untold .
Lost in the ceremony of fire .
She stood naked in the hours
and wept with no tears .
Trying to make herself
invisible
beneath the thorns of the
Rose .
surreal in a moonless night .
Born to the world
in the light of a candle .
Surrounded by the quiet
verbs of kindness .
Her voice was without seasons .
Ringing bells not heard in any church .
Waging war on emptiness,
darkness and storms of
despair.
She can make words
sing or bleed ....
sometimes both .
She reads my poetry like it is
her own private orchard
with fruit you can’t wait
to taste .
She can warm the hearts of
people born to stone .
I knew there was a
majestic mountain
obscured by clouds of thunder .
Coastal tides shed their skins
and danced in the inland forests .
She seized onto the light
of her singularity
and finally brought forth
her tears .
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Art and a poem for a poet
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Comments8
Brilliant artwork and oh how I enjoyed that beguiling verse full of good metaphor . Thanks so much for sharing them both.
Lovely paint. Marvelous poem.
This is an absolutely beautiful write! Santita already highlighted my favorite verse. Always a fan of your poetry but this one is a gem! Nice picture to highlight it! Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful painting...
Beautiful poem! A great
Read! Thank you!
Bill a beautiful write and a stunning painting - couldn't ask for more.
Wonderful write WL.
Too many great lines to mention them all! This beautiful poem should be published in a book!
Many stand alone lines here, pointing to the majesty of this work. Than you for sharing.
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