Silent as Soil.

By TheProphetUntold

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Day breaks nightside fires'
smoldered hissing whispers spent,
embers gleaming gold.


Smoke swirls swaying pine
choking rhythm and wisdom
restless and foiled.



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Sun-rent horizon
disembowels star and cloud
fog and water roil.


Birdsong death rattle
echoes under the conscious
silent as soil.



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Published on Tuesday, November 17, 2020.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • carlosjackal On Tuesday, November 24, 2020, carlosjackal (2545)By person wrote:

    This is truly a fantastic late autumn poem. Winter's breath can be felt and we are reminded of our fragile mortality. Brilliant as ever.

  • lupus tenebrae On Thursday, November 19, 2020, lupus tenebrae (894)By person wrote:

    Truly speaks to the cyclical inevitability of life and death: dour, yet beautiful, too. As always, I'm in awe of your words, glad to see you still frequenting these parts. Scholar

  • Bornfrompain On Tuesday, November 17, 2020, Bornfrompain (896)By person wrote:

    Wow this was a very powerful poem! Thank you for sharing!! - BFP

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