as botanical tendrils stretch skyward
toward slivered rays of speckled sunlight
a longing for the simplicity of an all but
forgotten yesterday, tucked within
a breastplate that advances forward
today is all that is left, salve of former
melodies, always incongruous against
dissipating tomorrows, here and now
a flight of cranes in blinding light
Sun 25th May 2025 12:18
Red, your poem held me still for a moment. There’s such a quiet ache beneath the surface—this longing for what’s slipped into memory, contrasted with the stark reality of the now. The image of tendrils reaching for slivered sunlight felt especially poignant, like hope that hasn’t quite given up, even as time keeps shifting beneath it. And those final cranes—so luminous and unreachable—leave a lasting impression of beauty trying to rise through sorrow or uncertainty. Thank you for writing something so delicate yet resonant.
—Rolph
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Red Brick Keshner
Sun 25th May 2025 13:21
Thanks @Rolph David 🌷 I will have to be more thoughtful of what I write and post. 😜 but this is such a beautiful review sharing the journey - what came across is gold: beauty in spite of the ache. Thank you for according it time and pilgrimage. 🕊️🙏🏻