An orange sun decends low mountain
shadows climb high the snowy crags
small birds disappear into silent forest
a beeswax candle lites near a cabin window

the inkstone wetted, the brush drinks deep
flowing slow strokes of evening's lament
when heart yearns and love relents
every tremble a storytelling twilight sleep

-cec

Rhymed and metered
Or free as a waterfall
Abstract or lucid
Poetry - it’s loved by us all

Rich in images
Or to the point - blunt
Not so verbose
Or lined with puns

We have our own styles
Rambling or terse
Unique and different
Truly di -verse

It's a gallop, repeating rhythm
a voice singing moog music
swing in the bone marrow
smile is not optional, natural
gravitationally grabbing near bodies
for the dance to come

-cec