I love poetry. I love the instant hit it gives me. I love reading it. I love writing it. All poetry on this site is copyright protected. Please do not copy or use without permission.
Whistles!!! Such awe and such a whole lot of power even in the brevity of your verse :D Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Audrey and for your constant love and support :DLots of love,Sanaa
Thank you Sanaa!
The shadows of evening do imply that it is time for rest don't they?
Hello Robin--Thank you!
in the spill of shadowover soul we fight each declinationof light sometimes wearing our bones as cape, counsel and crown ------------good thoughtful piece
Just lovely Audrey.
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Thank you Michael!
Love this one, it's a beauty Audrey; this is why I rest in words...
I think that is why we all rest in words--there is a peace that can be found
silence, the mantle i wear.Yes, one needs to be discreet but able to withstand any threats. Hank
Thank you Hank!!
The title alone triggers a thousand questions..i imagine all the portraits hanging in galleries thinking when will you stop looking - and allow me to rest
Ah-Jae--I love that idea--if portraits could speak, what might their stories be like?
This is a treat for the senses. The soothing first line, the promise in the second line, and the beautiful image painted by your closing line. Just perfect!
I enjoyed writing this one-so I am glad that you like it
This is so powerful – an adroit intermingling of visual, discernment and recognition. The last line is superb.
Thank you for reading it Wendy--hope you are well
I think "quietude" is my new favourite word. Your piece so beautiful in it's calmness XXX
I love that word as well! Thank you!
Oh wow what a powerful poem to bid me rest!
Oh, this is brilliant!
Love the sense of umbra... such a perfect color for silence.
Right on target!ZQ
I can really feel the quietude here.
I feel gently led into "quietude" thank you for your lovely words,,
I'm picturing two portraits ... or perhaps a family. A marriage having fallen apart; wading through that hopeless silent stage ... knowing it's over but not being ready to move forward.Or more likely, you are attending a funeral.This is the beauty of micro poetry. So many stories are hidden inside.
Wonderful. In the quiet and silence we can gain the most inspiration.
You married your words to the image with excellent skill,Elizabeth
Great thoughtful piece! It captures the mood perfectly.
Simply put and just so perfect.
So few words in this poem and yet incredibly powerful. So often we hide behind our feelings. And then they bubble to the surface and it's not so easy to suppress them.In any case, I can't wait to read your poetry book one of these days. :D Haha. Yeah, that's right. I'm wondering when it'll come out. ;)
This is a lovely meditative moment that seems well suited to the summer weather I've been getting. Shady trees seem perfect for pondering on a hot summer day.
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