Shadowy prints
Echoes of words spoken
once real- but
No more.
A memory of
glances once thrown
meant to be in passing, but
caught within the webs of eternity.
You wondered-
what would remain after the
breaking of a new day- Silence
shouted back with a
deafening roar.
Clarity came-
to steal the stillness of
the forthcoming night.
The dice were rolled, and
Calm set in- yet all the while
Chaos has been slowly rising from
the womb of the labyrinth.
Eternal rhymes found home
along cycles of infinity.
And the emblem became
Stillness.
©2011leofinajanegalleta
This is nice. Reminds me of “there’s nothing new under the sun”. Things don’t die, I guess is a theme of this poem, if no the theme of the poem; death-rebirth.
And i like your blog name as well – adumbrations – words can only give the outline, the substance dwelling in the ineffable heart of the word.
Nice
@Monarc – what’s great about poetry is that it allows us to look at each poem from multiple perspectives, which renders output of creative imaginations limitless and/or boundless,
.
I love your interpretation with this one,
Indeed, I had similar thoughts while writing.
Thank you for the positive feedback. Cheers!
Great rhythm…
Thank you Jon!