Wednesday, March 20, 2013

renaissance



Renaissance
By
Lisa A.Williams



In her veil of twilight-  
we sleep,
dreaming endless dreams
of  a tomorrow,
where sun
warms
and rain washes clean
the soil of regret.
Renewed in the embrace
of  lunar lust,
 as its light in the darkness
shadows
 the end of another day.
In our silent calm,
 we lay still,
 shedding wishes
as though
they were tears

19 comments:

  1. Lisa,

    I liked the peacefullness emerging from your poem. The quiet of night by moonlight and the time to wish for new dreams...Awaking renewed:)

    Eileen

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  2. This took my breath away. Ambient, wistful, evocative and wonderful.

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  3. ..shedding wishes as though they were tears --- i like the gentleness and pain coming from this line... smiles...

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  4. A mood poem, a resignation expressed to the silent calm.

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  5. A very sweet picture of endless dreams under the moon's tender glow
    better to shed wishes
    captivating

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  6. Wishes as though they are tears.....profoundly intense. Yes, I wish so too.

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  7. I'm a sucker for last lines that grip me by the lapels and shakes me.

    "In our silent calm, we lay still, shedding wishes as though they were tears" does exactly that! Well done, Lisa.

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  8. aha....beautifully penned, Lisa. Amazing imagery!

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