"Through millennia meander
as you will, with
a hymn, a maelstrom,
and a nemesis," said
the nightingale to
the king; "just don't
mind the augury,
listen to me:
a dandelion whispers
its infinity to
the blowing breeze,
and a future's never
inked, but only
by starts timidly
backlit; Time will
impishly wink, as
Life and Death
dance in chiaroscuro,
while a moment in
suspension uncloaks
a soul's entire
unexplored dimension..."
A rich, delightful poem, Holden.
Sat 6th Jan 2024 16:59
Thank you so much, Tim, your kind comment means a lot! 😊
Holden this poem has a grace and rhythm that flows, enhancing the imagery of the concept. Thank you.
Fri 5th Jan 2024 22:01
Manish, thank you so much for such a lovely comment! I'm genuinely honoured my poetry speaks to you, and incredibly grateful for your constant encouragement! 😊
Brilliant as always, Holden. I'm an absolute fan of your poetry. I loved the beautiful yet simple lines,
" a dandelion whispers
its infinity to
the blowing breeze"
And,
"as
Life and Death
dance in chiaroscuro"
I like how your poem just makes me read and think deeply. It keeps me engaged and intrigued which is commendable. Life and death in chiaroscuro is such a great line, Holden! You are a master.
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Holden Moncrieff
Sun 7th Jan 2024 23:34
Thank you so much, Stephen, for your very kind comment! 😊