SPILLED-INK SHADOWS
His closed eyes shuttered to the world
within the flickering screen of night
encumbered by his own decree
he paid no heed to passing time.
The cuckoo struck the hour too soon
and as the sunrise chorus shrilled
the many tunes of unknown songs
the darting trout sent ripples wide.
He rose to greet the new born day
where love was spun in cobwebs silk
that hung between the stooping trees
in spilled-ink shadows dark embrace.
The key transported in his mind
gave passage to a rising smile
in tenancy within his eyes
he drank the golden rays of sun.
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Michael Edwards (
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A descriptive write, and a lesson about trees too in your pic M.
The pic is a quick sketch done in preparation for a workshop I'm running on Friday - thanks O
I knows them oaks and cedars, but not seen too many of the other trees. They're around though. Well, go for a walk in some fairly local woods then, Orchi! lol.
Not always so easy to spot at this time of the year when most of them are in the nude.
Trees to make me swoon?! heehee.
Michael, your word choices are just incredible! Does it all just come to you, or do you use help like the net or books? Don't give away your secrets, just wanted to tell you that you are an incredible writer!
No secrets - I do read a lot especially the old classics and a lot of their words stick in my mind. For example I remember reading something \'By his own decree he decided to..... - and this inspired the use of the word above which we wouldn\'t use in modern day speech in this way. Encumbered just came out of the ether.
Once you start using language in this way these old words seem to come more easily over time.
Beautiful imagery in both drawings a words once more Michael.
Thanks Andy
Very beautiful picture in words Michael.
I really appreciate your comments - thanks Lorna
Thanks MICHAEL for a morning repast of Poem & Painting ! Love the tree silhouettes reminds me of when I was in he Cubs & Scouts ~ Tree recognition in all SEASONS ! Loved the wording of the poem ! You will enjoy my CATS today ! Yours BRIAN
Cheers Brian - I must say 'm not a cat lover but off to take a look nonetheless.
For one who often loves to show his sense of humour on here you have today shown us that you are indeed a great poet.
Re reading this piece i could 'feel' the peaceful joy of awaking to the welcome of a new bright morning in harmony with our natural surround.
Truly a pleasure to read. Into my favs.
I'm really touched by your kind comments - thank you so much Dusk
Great write
Thanks so much Tony
Welcome
Again... a poem from Michael lifts my day and returns me back to Symmetry
Such wonderful flow from an artist may I say
So pleased you like my work thanks for the comment Andrew.
A dream of a read Michael --the title is stunning and I love the imagery which classical writers knew possessed power -- great stuff your recent postings my friend.
Thank you so much Fay
Beautiful poem and I like how you captured the trees
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