Vestige of Night
Mesmerized
by the light,
fed by wind
and breath
The last leaf
of Autumn,
finally falls
I hear it
even now,
later, in
the heart
of nowhere
Something
is loosened
by memory -
the last vestige
of night
A Call and Response Assay poem with Steve
https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/10/vestige-assay.html?sc=1760178212665
Collaboration: https://youtu.be/RchVAVdVsFw
Lights against the sky
in a spectrum of color;
a vivid rainbow
Another straw man
standing in a field of corn,
startling no one
She startles in step,
as a flock of geese, squawking,
fly by, overhead
Your ghost silhouette
lingers in the shadows, like
a song I can't forget
Avoid beaten trails —
traveling in wild places
is where you should be
Wrap the blanket up
around your shoulders and mine -
leave night chills behind
One final petal
drops beneath the fallen leaves
of the old oak tree
for Algot
They Are From There
They are, to me,
indecipherable as language,
but beautiful, too, barely
legible in the pen swoops
capturing landscape and loss,
the ancient land beneath them
barely there, yet remembered
like breathing, like singing,
like writing poems by candlelight
for someone else to read later
for #ds106
with this poem by Mahmoud Darwish as inspiration
https://blogs.transparent.com/arabic/arabic-poem-%D8%A3%D9%8E%D9%86%D9%8E%D8%A7-%D9%85%D9%90%D9%86%D9%92-%D9%87%D9%8F%D9%86%D9%8E%D8%A7%D9%83%D9%8E-by-mahmoud-darwish/
My friend, Murph,
was a drummer,
extraordinaire -
his back-beat,
precise, like magic
in the air
Calligram for #ds106 Daily Create
https://flic.kr/p/2rxgbCZ