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!
@azurePond
*Smiles happily and bows humbly*
@BastionKnight
I learned two new words, Knight! And always bold lines that spin with enough power to sway the reader to lurk in the shadows of thought and thinking! Amazing as ever. Keep it up..<3
[P.s. sorry for disappearing out of the blue!]
@wIthpeACE
I am pleased if you found something in it that inspired and/or appealed to you. And do not fret about any absences...sometimes a retreat is necessary, and it makes the return all the more pleasing.
@BastionKnight
Retreat...that is a nice way to put it! Thanks, Knight. I am happy to read your poetry my friend! And your words always are an inspiration to me. ^^
