AJFrobisher - Hello Poetry

Drifting Among Strangers There is silence in the crowd. The hubbub quelled And a stillness found. There is peace in the thousand eyes. And gentleness upon the lips That freeze frame smiles in passing. There is calm in the togetherness. Where heartbeats pulse and life flows A oneness in our presence. There is acceptance and belonging. Yet identity remains a secret, Forever unknown, but acknowledged, welcomed. There are no words, nothing. And the silence is an idyll As we drift among strangers.

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Aug 2, 2019

Aug 2, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC

AJFrobisher

Drifting Among Strangers

Drifting Among Strangers There is silence in the crowd. The hubbub quelled And a stillness found. There is peace in the thousand eyes. And gentleness upon the lips That freeze frame smiles in passing. There is calm in the togetherness. Where heartbeats pulse and life flows A oneness in our presence. There is acceptance and belonging. Yet identity remains a secret, Forever unknown, but acknowledged, welcomed. There are no words, nothing. And the silence is an idyll As we drift among strangers.

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Daybreak on the River Daybreak rippled sounds And silver morning flow, Cool the ire of the beaten night. Such beautiful disturbance, A surface shimmer gleam. The river greets the end of the greylight And passes by colour streaked, Endless and resurgent, Under the firmament aglow. An eventual sun That breaks the horizon, With teasing rays. The best of times, The dawn of days. And let the water breath Kiss the sallow mists. A final caress. Vanquished to daylight. Whispering willows talk, Shadow borne on dappled waters, Bank bowed swaying dance. Weep willow, weep now, For the day has begun. Joy sapped, seeping From trunk and branch. Where the breeze wakes To stir the nest dwellers. Safe haven for birdsong That is carried Upon each gentling ripple. A new day! they sing And the river ripples its applause In the first swish of fishtail And dragonfly sorties. Oh glorious dawn, The day begins!

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC

AJFrobisher

Daybreak on the River

Daybreak on the River Daybreak rippled sounds And silver morning flow, Cool the ire of the beaten night. Such beautiful disturbance, A surface shimmer gleam. The river greets the end of the greylight And passes by colour streaked, Endless and resurgent, Under the firmament aglow. An eventual sun That breaks the horizon, With teasing rays. The best of times, The dawn of days. And let the water breath Kiss the sallow mists. A final caress. Vanquished to daylight. Whispering willows talk, Shadow borne on dappled waters, Bank bowed swaying dance. Weep willow, weep now, For the day has begun. Joy sapped, seeping From trunk and branch. Where the breeze wakes To stir the nest dwellers. Safe haven for birdsong That is carried Upon each gentling ripple. A new day! they sing And the river ripples its applause In the first swish of fishtail And dragonfly sorties. Oh glorious dawn, The day begins!

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Hope's Shore Hope deserted me on a distant shore Tide weary, pebble strewn and waves implored, Do not stand upon this cold listless beach, Watching each breaking crest, fall out of reach. The seabirds will mock and caw in disdain As they spy tears that mix with spray and rain. And winds begin to sound their mournful wail While the clouds spit and sting with raging hail. Face the sea, shingle groans and constant sighs Where the bitter bones, frozen marrow lie. And walk away from the advancing tide Head hung sullen low and with dented pride. For hope was never cast away to sea Hope remained landbound contained within me. I turn away from wave, wind and sorrow Face the storm, 'til a better tomorrow.

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC

AJFrobisher

Hope's Shore

Hope's Shore Hope deserted me on a distant shore Tide weary, pebble strewn and waves implored, Do not stand upon this cold listless beach, Watching each breaking crest, fall out of reach. The seabirds will mock and caw in disdain As they spy tears that mix with spray and rain. And winds begin to sound their mournful wail While the clouds spit and sting with raging hail. Face the sea, shingle groans and constant sighs Where the bitter bones, frozen marrow lie. And walk away from the advancing tide Head hung sullen low and with dented pride. For hope was never cast away to sea Hope remained landbound contained within me. I turn away from wave, wind and sorrow Face the storm, 'til a better tomorrow.

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