Rowing with golden paddles
The water glides with quiet grace
Ripples shimmer like scattered diamonds
Smooth sailing with no thought of Winter
Summer forgets by design
Winter does not ask permission
Ripples stiffen into chop
Chop grows into waves
Winter crashes like a wild tsunami
Blanketing Fall in a cold grey hush
A long hibernation of silence
Until we paddle out and meet again
Imagine!
" Kind Words", revealed as piercing bands
of sunlight gently melting mist of morning dew.
Shredded strands of light appear blazing
through leaves blanketing forest deep.
Restrain bitter words that deny
the flourishing seed to yield its return.
Observe, we are better
when "Kind Words" are spoken.
When, from a painful sobering voice,
the soul beckons for repose.
No respect returned to break the moment in.
for where is the glory in it?
"Kind Words" cleanse!
Glory won in a word of kindness spoken.
Life, though as short as a breath,
needs no hand to uproot or wrest.
To labor upon ones crowded faults,
proves a shackle to blissful results.
"Kind Words", a gift for thee!
Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks
As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine.
A faint knock rasps at my front door;
Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls,
Echoing my name ever so sinisterly.
For twenty and twenty years, I have been happily discontent,
Freezing my sins in lovely seclusion.
Now, a dank darkness drapes this dilapidated sanctuary.
Peering out the curtains, I see death's arrival—
Ruby red roses in my formerly lush garden
Crumbling to ash, fading into the earth.
Elongated fingers peek through the dubious haze.
A cackling booms.
To my right stands an ornate Victorian mirror.
Turning my head, I can see the flames of Hell rage.
What was once just a plane of glass
Has now become a beckoning portal.
Without hesitation, I rip it off the wall,
Smashing the omen, trying to escape an unfathomable fate.
Within seconds, it's fully reconstructed,
Signaling there is no reprieve.
Cosmic dust carpets the night sky
Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees,
Captivating our deepest thoughts.
Inner monologues break their dams,
Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions—
Of what was and what still might be.
Existential queries fly by like shooting stars:
Why here? Why this planet, this plane of existence?
Only to disappear in a flash, leaving no trace.
For we are so small within the emptiness of galaxies,
Yet we hold onto hope that there is more beyond what can be seen.
For even the death of a star breeds life—
From scattered ruins comes the calcium that builds our bones.
Within the silence of night, we come ever closer to tranquility.
Let the glow of moonbeams wash over you.
As each star has a pattern of its own, so do you.
Wipe your tears, sweet child,
Whilst the balmy breeze wraps around you.
Let your past evaporate like a summer rain
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
Quiet Filipina accent whispers to me
Under warmth blanketing the evening
Each word gently melodic in nature
Nurturing our love and dreams
Ember radiance illuminates us
Endless wonderment shared
Every morning I wake up,
Depression blanketing me.
It feels like I'm unable
To get away or be free.
I don't know if I can
Keep doing this anymore.
Every day seems to become
Even more of a chore.
I don't know how to get better.
I can't escape this dark place.
I can no longer keep
This fake smile on my face.
Life keeps getting worse
More and more each day.
I have no clue how to
Stop it or make it go away.
Every day this darkness
Finds its way inside of me,
Constantly tormenting me.
Why won't it let me be?
I don't have the strength
To pick myself up off the floor,
And I don't think I want
To save myself anymore.
Clinking, clinking
I heard the clinking in
repetition
what could
cause
whatever object this is to
make this clinking sound.
Clink!
The loudest sound
yet.
peaking my interest
one's honest admission
dredged from it's
translucence
clear in obvious
objective
gaining my attention
I relaxed towards
it's conclusion
blanketing myself
to warm my now
needing desire
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Waking up to snow
blanketing the ground and trees
is very peaceful
the terrain’s more expansive here
you said, as if obscurities that had been,
moved aside so the eye
could soak in highways singing
restless blues, as if language
materialized straight from that feeling
of nowhere coupled with too many
places to be, and you can see
what you want to, blanketing the spaces
with clutter from your mind
by accident like deja vu
I keep turning mid-drive
to stare at the unusual wedding
of indifference and curiosity,
your green eyes touching even
further than the collective
of what remains enchantingly
unspoken
On new-fallen snow
the night is fresh, clear, cold
clean, the air is serene.
A hush falls over the world
blanketing everything in silence
The stars, tis but diamonds scatter
vast velvet sky, deep past twilight
Twinkle, gleam, casting soft light upon the earth
I walk alone.
Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry
Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on seed
His feathers glimmer as wet snowflakes bead
Snow sparkles like tiny diamond crystals
Blanketing the ground and nearby thistles
Squirrels scurry about chattering away
While busily stealing from feeders all day
Cedar waxwings feast on frozen berries
While their whistling chirping carries
Crows cackle and circle around
Heed warnings as snow surrounds
Nature carries on despite the bitter cold and snow
As Winter’s show magically glimmers and glows
In my residence devoid of winter
my mind virtually explores its reality-wonders
thus, with enthralling vicarious experience
I thank God for freedom to imagine
how it is to doze serenely
toward winter slumber
midst assailing below zero temperature
blanketing the room beyond chills…
Here am I persisting to defy coldness
enveloping season of enchanting enigmas
fueled by prayer place
warmed with divine compassion
heralding faith messages from God
hoisting hope*, insulated with fellowship
fiery against ice-kissed isolation…
around knitted family ties
intensified by gestures, verily kind
as love prevails to blossom
bearing fruits after Winter’s leaflessness.
*Psalm 78:7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.
Snowflakes, softly falling down,
Delicate as feathers,
Whispering hope all around,
Reflections so very clever.
Winter has come to visit us,
Bringing frosty weather,
Never making such a fuss,
As when the snowflakes gather!
Snowflakes, gentling the air,
Crisp and cool, not bitter,
Singing to the birds so blue,
Glistening like bubbly glitter.
Winter has arrived on the hills,
Silencing the stars with cold.
Nothing feels quite so amazing,
As the glorious snow we behold!
Snowflakes, stirring the wonders,
Blessings fading in the shadows,
Cascading beyond the flashing lights,
Glowing across the calm meadows.
Winter has appeared to spread its awe,
Risking time’s melting sunrise,
Awakening mellow dreams, so kind,
Painting angels on snow, such a surprise!
Snowflakes, blanketing the land with joy,
Promising hope, though unspoken,
Quieting the darkness, healing all strife,
Restoring every heart that’s been broken.
Winter has emerged on our lives,
Destroying fear and making men wise,
Kindling flames of faith and love,
Softening hearts only God can sensitize!
gray
are the
cloudy skies
in November
with the chilly winds
rain turns to snow
blanketing
the ground
white
Edward J Ebbs - 11/08/2023
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