Category: Ekphrastic Poetry

Silenced Sound

Could you behold the setting ball of fire a while?
Could you discourse with each hill that’s adorned by snow?
The path we’re treading on will take us one more mile
So we may touch the clouds that move in that destined row.
Oh, when the sky does gain its charm and glow at night;
We’ll wander each lane that reflects the Moon’s light.

The Mysterious Mirror

Hangs a mirror on the wall of the abode seen
with a demeanour mystic, queer, fine, indiscreet.
Shows it to each who sits in front a stolen sheet,
telling truths revealed to none, a shaming scene.
Oh! The past returns to haunt those who there have been.

Autumn Is Beginning

Glimmers sun ours as the day looks bright
though the clouds float like spirits unbound;
Autumn is beginning, for the leaves seem light
hues they sport unclear and unfound.

Seagulls, Ships, and the Sun

Passed away minutes ten,
Things went high and dry.
Water was all around though;
Sheer emptiness came by.