winter rain whispers
pine fire snaps
ancient forest creaks and moans
song of silence all around
pine fire snaps
awakens the senses
brings light into the darkness
ancient forest creaks and moans
soft sounds that muffle
even fainter footsteps on icy stone
song of silence all around
swaddles the spirit
gives strength in solitude
Another trimeric, this time written with some of flipside records’ poetic words.
bear them proudly and do not weep
or seek to change
the scars of a life lived
in exquisite fervor
impassioned delight
wraps you with imprints of enchantment
magic woven into flesh
revealing stories
too amazing to be bottled within
instead leave the chronicles
exposed
their presence is a bargain
This week’s prompt from Poetic Asides inspired this piece, which turned out a lot different than I expected, but that’s usually the way of my writing.
my words are alive 