Silence shards in poetry
When the blackness snows me white,
Then in howling symmetry
Paths asleep my sorrow’s flight.
My cry unheard: adrift.
My path unseen: a rift.
Specs of sand, autumnal light
Falls in dusk, impounding
Dreamlike quills of wings in flight
Ringing still, unsounding.
In a desert so bleak
Shadows timelessness seek.
vic briggs 
Again, you have a masterful ear for meter. It’s something that I am sensitive to.
Thank you, navigator. I am working on a poem in saphic meter, and I hope I may be happy enough with it by tomorrow. Sometimes the precision it asks can straitjacket the creative process, but at other times it is quite the reverse. I hope this will be one of those other times 🙂
I hope so too. *goes to wikipedia* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapphic_meter
🙂 The first time I wrote a poem in Saphic meter was back in highschool. Our Latin teacher read us the only contemporary (well…19th century) poem in the meter that had been written since Sapho apparently – I took her word on that – and said that no one had taken on the challenge because it was an impossible task.
So… not one to ignore such an open challenge, I turned up with a poem in Saphic meter the following week. Got me into her good graces for the rest of time 🙂
But it is a much tougher job in English… hope I can do it justice.
I rather suspect that you will.
You are too kind. We’ll see. 🙂
Wow! That is so good. Great job.
Thank you, Richard. 🙂
You’re very welcome
Wonderfully written, I know I do not feel this too often, although I should, but I lost myself for a moment there.
Thank you… You got lost? How interesting. And where do you go to when you get lost?
Hahaha I know there was a pun intended there, regardless, if you must know, I go to a place where my life starts making sense, a place of which I do not know a way back, for I do not require it there, a place where I can be myself and not deny myself the pleasure of being the only one.
You think there was a pun, and perhaps there was a light ambiguity in my question, but I hoped you would reply it in earnest, and I love your reply.
I read it in a book only the other day… this elsewhere, the place we go to when we are thinking, and this is what inspired my question, although of course I could not have asked it, had it not been for your own earlier reply. So… thank you:)
You’re welcome, and thank you.
Clearly he was lost in your poem my dear.
I would suggest he was lost and did not want to be found, as he was enjoying the moment.
A lovely thought, Kavalkade. I too like to get lost sometimes.
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The contrast works 🙂 Thank you.
You’re welcome.