c a e s u r a
the sound of first frost
the turning
n i g h t
drifted quietly
r o l l i n g
on billows
of
iron air
r a p t u r i n g
autumn in
a glaze of
moon-spun
f r o s t
*
drifts of
starlit breath
r e s o n a t e
their song
w r a p p i n g
aureate branches
in soft
e c h o e s
of
liminal tongue
s c r i p t e d
in
glinted
s l i v e r s
of
s i l v e r e d
threads
*
w h i s p e r i n g s
of a
final hymn
e t c h e d
in veils of rime
c o n d u c t
a chorus
of silent spindles
and
feathered fractals
c a s t i n g
a frosted
skeletal lattice
of voiceless
crystalline plumes
a c r o s s
saffron canopies
*
a delicate
e l e g y
recited over
each
leaf and bough
*
and in their
richest and truest
l a s t
splendid
moment
*
an opaque symphony
s i l e n t l y
plays
the opus of ice
*
s h r o u d i n g
autumn’s
release
in a
c e r e m o n y
of
hallowed
h u s h
*
ushering in
the
u n b i n d i n g
of form
*
c h a n t i n g
g e n t l y
nothing is lost—only transformed
*
and
for
a
s u s p e n d e d
lustrous
b r e a t h
*
balancing
the
l u c e n t
edge
*
reverent
a d o r n m e n t s
of
enshrined
v a p o r
keep vigil
with the
r e t u r n i n g
light
*
transforming
f a d i n g
hues
into prisms
of
r e s p l e n d e n t
rays
*
diamond encrusted
h a l o s
gleam in their
f i n a l
glorious
f l a r e
*
as earth
exhales in
v i b r a t i o n s
of
muted mist
t h r u m m i n g
the soft
invisible hum
of
t r a n s f o r m a t i o n
in a
luminous
c r o s s i n g
^*^*^
a requiem of light
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (8)
"Chanting gently nothing is lost—only transformed" - (sorry for butchering your poem's structure though) that's such a beautiful line! I loved that you used the word "chanting" as you could use any other word like "whispering", and "chanting" gives off a feeling of a nature choir gathering up to send messages of hope. Also, I loved the line "Rapturing autumn in a glaze of moon-spun frost", as it has such magical, ethereal, mysterious beauty 😁❤️ (I hope I'm allowed to cite lines on here, though, because it's only for the use of commenting and refering to specific lines, I don't mean to infringe anything).
❄️Seems you are known for these stand alone words, with their spacing wrapped around each letter. 🥶They are very nice on the eye. Creates such a nice pause, to enjoy a moment with each line, in deep thought. ❄️'Iron air' such an effective phrase. Quite original. 👌🏾 🥶'Slivers Of Silvered threads.' Oh my. I am a sucker for slant rhymes 😍 ❄️I like how calm reading this is making me. Its so meditative— the visual satisfaction — reading something so... vivid. '...skeletal lattice of voiceless crystalline plumes...' 🥶You even gave us words of wisdom 'nothing is lost- only transformed' 🥰 ❄️I love your concluding phrase 'a requiem of light' outstanding, I am blown away, Kristen 🤗❤️🖤
Flow is really powerful and "nothing is lost only transformed"
I lingered over "a glaze of moon spun frost" 😀
"A delicate elegy..." I love the imagery your words convey🤯
‘ moon-spun f r o s t’ is a mere drop in your ocean of stunning imagery. I might just have to pin this on my fridge as an inspiring word bank 😍
I love this❄️❄️
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