Everything is different now.
Silence no longer offers
an embrace of solitude.
Gone is the sense of calm,
leaving only fear and disquiet.
The Guardian of the Mists
breathe sadness.
#NatureVerse#prompt 201
📸 Michael Kenna
It is not because we forgot,
we simply cannot relate
to the #primitive ways—
where life was carved by flint and hunger,
each breath borrowed from the wild,
or were they?
#vss365
quietly rippling
in the silent sunlit glow
a silver coin gleams
from beneath silvery waves—
eyes alight with wondrous sight
For #NaTankaMo <coin> theme #MayTanka#vss365 <wondrous>
sometimes, in the space between seconds,
the heart finds its way toward inner peace.
there is no secret ingredient—
just the universe fixing that glitch.
a wondrous life is just within reach—
well, maybe.
#vss365#Amatory#loveletters
When hopelessness begins to settle
and drags us deep into its rut,
let’s gently talk our hearts to courage —
there’s always a lull within the storm.
Ponder.
Immerse.
Let the seed of hope reach for the light...
#vss365#inkMine#WriteMap 499
#PrayerMap 019
#OurPoetryX
Dear God,
I seek Your eternal grace
to help me shed this old skin,
where my soul has become
a barren wasteland.
Guide me, O Lord,
renew my weary heart,
and let me grow
in the light of Your love—
#PrayerMap 018 #grow#vss365#barren
The end rarely comes in a welcoming manner.
Time is a stranger who claims no friend, no foe—
it turns the page or closes the book
while forgiveness still hangs, unspoken, in the air.
#FromOneLine#WriteMap 493
#Moonmystic#vss365#FoxProse#InkMine
harsh glare on parched earth,
sweat beads on a weary brow—
the horizon stays barren,
yet still he dreams of rain and shade.
of warm light and cool nights,
moonlight silvering the stream,
mornings rising through mist and green
and sun-kissed dewdrops.
#vss365#WriteMap 483
A white #dove flies
into the unknown,
where mountain peaks kiss the sky.
It drifts into a horizon
that aches for peace—
yet stubborn winds
hold it forever out of reach.
#vss365
I am a lone #wolf,
through the hail of stones and bullets.
I wear each scar like armor—
steel on the outside,
while inside I still ache
for the pack I left behind.
#vss365