On the snowy horizon, a sunlight stripe is glowing, contrasting sharply with the black edge of the forest and dark thick clouds in the sky. Unstable, like an early waking, it now appears, then disappears, until dissolving in the sunshine that floods all around.
Life is a sequence of awakenings, a blinking of light on a forest road, a break in the clouds reminiscent of clean sky, a quiet sleep of grass under the snow ready to sprout, a forgotten thought hidden in a secret place where all are alive.
The bones of peoples who inhabited this land before us lie in these fields the sun gleams over, on the slopes of the hills where sprouts of spring slumber, in valleys where cities spread out, shrouded in fog.
The word collects together what is alive, and even when it dies down, it’s still here, hidden under the snow of nonexistence, silently waiting for a spring sunbeam.
Credits
- My sincere gratitude to the Isle of Write Poetry Pond workshop for deep feedback and precise suggestions.
- Photo by Adriann Meyer on Unsplash.
- The Isle of Write logo below courtesy of @pegasusphysics.
My Other Poems
- The Hungry Ones
- Spring in the Air
- The Power of Words
- The Day of Possible
- The Hidden World
- Time for Peace
- White Sun
- Before Christmas
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Great! I really like the poem and also your style. Well approaching to the awakening. Hugs from Spain.
Thanks @funworlding, I appreciate your feedback!
I like the quiet peacefulness of this. It really matches the topic of forgetfulness with its dreamy kind of feeling.
Thanks for the appreciation and also for the help with crafting the words! This stage of winter, when spring is so close, seems to be a very dreamy time indeed :)
This line:
Brings me so much emotion. You've written a very good ending too for your prose:
I personally think life is always present. Whatever happens, the living makes its way to thrive. Thank you very much for sharing!
Thank you for the feedback @reewritesthings!
The bones of peoples who inhabited this land before us lie in these fields the sun gleams over, on the slopes of the hills where sprouts of spring slumber... Great line, great imagery!
Thank you Carol, glad you find it interesting!
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