tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted April 18, 2022 Selection of Poetry - Vol. 9 [!] A portrait of Borris Iver Kortrevich 17th of Tov ag Yermey, 421 E.S. “Lunar Light” The waters reflected millions of little orbs. Each glowing with the same readience as Their counterparts above. Trapped in the stillness. Moonlit gently kissed the pond before us. The stars illuminated, just enough, For me to see the smile by flushed cheeks. Silence seemed to envelope everything, The only thing to be heard, your breath and mine. Release of a soft hitch. Truly nothing to be said, for, in our minds, The noise would ruin the moment.We keep close, Staring out at the pond, seemingly frozen in time. Sitting for hours, I could do this again and again. The stars illuminated, just barely, The hand that was folded into mine. “Far from a Desperate Cry” Nothing seems to work. We all seem to crash and burn. Nothing seems to work. A grand expression Some grandiose endeavor. Didn’t seem to work. A hundred lanterns Illuminating the sky. I will continue. I will continue. Until I know for certain I will continue. A bard’s written song, Lines laced with underlying, And also clear meaning. It will continue It is how I always feel. Nothing has changed that. “50 years” We are growing old, my love. Though you are no less radiant. Eyes full of starlight, oceans of Blue trapped in orbs. You are brilliant, immaculate, With me through every little thing. Through the thick and the thin, In war and without. In times where the future was Unclear for those we love So dearly. Never have you Left my humbled side. 50 years have come. 50 years have gone. Till the day we depart this life. We shall never forget nor forsake each other. “You are” Stunning, stellar, you are starlight. Enticing, entertaining, you are enchantment. Blissful, Brilliant, you are a blessing. Melodious, majestic, you are my muse. Signed, Borris Iver Kortrevich 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CopOwl 1668 Share Posted April 18, 2022 Adele Ludovar reads through newest poetry collection with a soft sympathetic smile, nevertheless she swallows painfully and clutches the parchment to her chest as she sits in her room all alone... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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