Friday, May 2, 2014


Strip-lit shadows suckle at the sorrowed edge of light,
trace in stark relief the mark of image surely drawn,
hold to earth with visions of the darkness which will come;
so does the day dream always of the distant night.

Emptiness unfolds in shapes which sun does deeply cast,
that calling into meaning and to huddled, crisping forms,
where time dips wrinkled toes in breathing brightness lit;
and as the minutes shuffle by, what was, can never last.


  1. This was utterly beautiful- I'm pretty much at a loss to say how much I liked and admired your response to this prompt. Thank you so much for linking up.

  2. This is lovely. Your words paint a beautiful picture - especially love ' where time dips wrinkled toes '

  3. This was very beautiful Roslyn. The imagery was wonderful.

    God bless you,

  4. Thank you so much for sharing this. It gave me shivers, it was so beautiful. I love the intense, condensed layers. Lyssa Medana x

  5. Beautiful.. I can't improve on that word.. but I'll add haunting and lovely. The first line just knocks you over.