Where do poems come from?
Clutch Ephemera, gossamer wisp.
Ghosts of emotions, intangible.
Poured from burning beating crucible,
Distilled to essence of syllable.
Resurrected raw, sharp, and blinding crisp.
@BastionKnight This is such a beautiful piece! The way you’ve captured the fleeting, intangible nature of emotions and turned them into something so vivid and sharp is incredible – it feels like it could be about emotional transformation, healing, self-discovery, and even the impact of poetry. It’s like watching a burst of raw feeling being distilled into pure clarity. I also loved the picture you added – the flowers, the gossamer between the red bricks… The images of transience are captured beautifully, yet made so vivid and raw through the photo, much like the poem itself. It all comes together so seamlessly! Looking forward to more of your work!
