Drifting through the fog,
I cannot see my shadow.
I lower the anchor and
wait for the hovering mist
to change to cloudy skies.
A porpoise splashes by,
diverting me from
the graphite in my hand,
the words I write the means
by which I earn my coin.
The slate drops, breaking into
pebble-sized pieces,
no better than a heap of ash
or long-dead fossil.
A dove lights at my side, reminding me
smoke from adversity’s fire
refines my ore to silver
I need not fear.
With every iron strike
I turn to flint,
a strong fortress
in the Lord.
Darlene Franklin
Poem: New Life
Kirk S. Pinedaabout a year agoAnd so the story goes like.. I'll wake up in my own apartment a friend has crashed on my couch more times than I care to remember
I'm Tired...
Bianca Wargo2 years ago
to never be a human in someone's eyes... to feel like a thing meant to be used and played with... to feel like you are all you physically
Mind Ticks
Kalischa Mokhriby4 years ago
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis But it's funny because as much as I hate it it also ignites this: Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain
If Others Only Knew
Sickboy Lecuyer4 years ago
An agreement made before our boon We learn the end before the rules We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon And left to fight with inadequate tools
Regret Nothing
Jennifer Petersen4 years ago
they say feelings come and feelings go, so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away, the more I ignore them, the farther I stray.
A Castle That Be
Frank Kemble4 years ago
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
