Epoque of ages turns its pages to epilogue. You pack your
Car. I sit in your now-empty room, watch as
Light hits the dust motes through the blinds.
Inlays of colander crescents hit the
Pavement outside as bird calls chorus and crescendo, then: the
Suspended stratospheric silence when totality nears.
Eternal turns ephemeral: the crunch of gravel under tires as you reverse down the driveway, my shadowed fingers wave
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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Going around reading to learn about acrostic poetry. Sad but nicely done!!
Great poem!
The light feels alive in this poem! I'm fascinated how it is interacting with the world like a character on its own. I especially liked, "my shadowed fingers wave." Impressive!
Sad and beautiful. I took this to be a child leaving home? I loved your word choices throughout for their imagery and technicality 🤗
This was beautiful, but I struggled with believing it, cause who doesn't pause for an eclipse! Which is kind of the point...
Oh, achingly beautiful!