Logarithmic Drift
Sonnet of Shadows Challenge
The moonlight drifts in logarithmic thought
through blooming shores of blue Forget-Me-Nots
—a skeleton adrift upon a yacht
while butterflies flutter through shadow knots
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Breath, like a vow, becomes a satin stole
Lullabies from childhood calm the shock
What can one do when life begins to fold
and crashes into metamorphic rock?
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Find the ghostship and hide in cargo hold
—or gaze at the river, redeeming dreams
Rivers whisper secrets to injured souls
death's but a transformation in life's scheme
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As Forget-Me-Nots in misted domains
I open my arms and invite the rain
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Comments (10)
Beautiful return to nature, Pamela! I especially loved ‘Breath, like a vow, becomes a satin stole.’ Wonderful use of imagery. Congrats!
Congratulations on your honorable mention! 🎉
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I feel almost hypnotised ☺
This is actually really quite calming.
I like how the moonlight was described as something drifting. Love the association with logarithmic thought. The close proximity of the word blooming — two words over to 'Blue Forget me nots' fits so well with the line above it. They were so different in sound yet so similar in the way they were drawn out, when read. 'Crashes into metamorphic rock' this line stirs my emotions quite a bit. It speaks of something sudden. Maybe something permanent. The river does have a kind of magic to it. I am pleased that you captured that within this poem. The last line. Was the perfect ending. In that it sounded both positive and deeply heartbreaking. Outstanding work Pamela. This one was truly A++++++++ 👌🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾🤗❤️
This piece carries a haunting comfort of death as transformation and rivers as whispering healers. It’s melancholy but also deeply soothing.
"Rivers whisper secrets to injured souls" I especially loved that line!
This is lovely Pamela. I like how the rhyme in the first stanza is so similar, and I think you've hit on a great amount of description, where the reader may need to go over it again to think about what they've read. Somewhere between simple and complex! As Forget-Me-Nots in misted domains I open my arms and invite the rain'- love this line to close😊
This so beautiful.