I engage myself quite frequently with the writing of poetry as I am sure many here do. And, instead of adding unrelated poems to the posts already present, I decided to open a topic for poetry, original or otherwise ...subject wide-open to any who would contribute.

I'll begin with a recent addition to a personal collection I am composing called Le Désert Vert.





This I call Nox:




The sun yields to her call,
Consumed..

Takes nest
In the dusky tendrils
Of the horizon.

The smell of jasmine
Is redolent on the air
As the young drink the time
And old sages scry.

The Oneiri awake,
Hatching cold and clever schemes
From the dewy-eyed prayers of the meek.

No safety in words,
In the sheer labrynth of thoughts content.

Sleep! (but a diversion)
For mere mortals such as we
Who do dare discern
The conflict between
The shadow of bare reality
And fire-clad illusion.

And I am reminded...

Of the swiftness
With which passes the day.

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