Flight takes hold immaturely
Across various years at a time
Landing on colorless rooftops
Where life rings out in silence
Unseen constructs of the stolen mind
Light rays steeped in brazen shadows
Whispering dream doors in the skies
Fleeting sorcery in spiritual corridors
Haunted monsoons of lacerated cries
Splitting links of evolutionary chains
Cyclical abstracts of narrative fields
Lacerated in the magnetism of today
Burning the cradles of consciousness
Drowning in an underground horizon…
a city poem
Your eyes stay still and focused
Filled with the colors of clarity
Tendered by the flow of waves
Shielding your burdened heart
From tempests of passing fury
Reeling through synchronicity
Under sails of inexorable love
Envisioning the years to come
Dear Writers and Readers,
As many of you know, the house that Medium built has been undergoing a lot of changes. During the last few months, we’ve found it has become harder to maintain the experience we want people to connect with. But with each new spring comes growth… and…
a one line reflection
The old still holds the fading moments of days gone by… shifting colors of gold inside the one who inherits the memory.
This is a response to the “Gold” prompt by Sherry Kappel. Exciting to be inspired by the Chalkboard community again.
Audible Sundays
inspired by: “Solarity” (Evocativ)
My satchel is filled with shadows
Swaying under avenues of light
I see the mentor beyond the rain
Guiding a wondrous hemisphere
Blue haze stimulating the engines
Driving dreams into the midnight
Wandering in cyclical reflections
Submerging into the story stream
Audible Sundays is a freeform series inspired by…
Audible Sundays
inspired by: “Up Till Dawn” (Feverkin)
Hours of old harnessed hearts
Levitating on layers of longing
Piecing the proud faced prisms
Marking the melody in motion
Audible Sundays is a freeform series inspired by one new music release a week. Each entry is written in synchronicity to the mood of the song and the photograph…
Audible Sundays
inspired by: “From Afar” (Tom Day & Monsoonsiren)
Grasp the long, rising stalk that lifts you into its sky trail… inhale the scattered stress under the agnostic moons of weathered discontent. The pain will peak, and you will feel a pause… as you slowly loosen your hold, falling slowly into the longer exhale… merging into the recovering arms…