Shadows voice their secrets

 

Shadows voice their secrets

It’s like those stars fluttering,

Burning, in their coals...

And you, you coke my hearts

Unanswered questions

Like garnet stones.

 

Your bodies heated Furness

Is like the centre of a rose

Where shadows speak

So loudly they lose their voice

But not their spark,

 

Shadows voice their secrets

When they meet

When we roll in their coals

Shadows voice their secrets

Like the northern lights

 

For us we’re enrolled in a rose

Like two bugs cocooned

Together but never to sleep

Honestly, that’s how shadows meet

With unanswered questions

Like  a secret birthstone  a garnet

Burning in the fires of their coals...

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Wonderful imagery in this, Mark. The concept of shadows and their secrets - deep, yet you bring light here as well. Well penned!

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you Rita for a wonderfully rounded review of my poem. Nice one. :)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...:).................

[Mark Heathcote]

Very much appreciated Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Robbie~xoxo~]

What a tender write!... The spark of this moment starts with a whisper and slowly burns throughout this piece...as the shadows continue to embrace their secrets..
Well penned, Mark!~xoxo~:)

[Mark Heathcote]

Your comments are beautifully expressed and couldn’t be explained any better. :)

[MsJewel]

Soft and beautiful Mark - your poem is lovely. So many wonderful lines to remember - and the painting you chose to accompany your words is gorgeous!

:) Julie

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you Julie your reviews are much appreciated! ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

Honestly, that’s how shadows meet
With unanswered questions

I chose the segment above because I think that is at the heart of the meaning of this piece, but beyond that your words are truly beautiful.

[Mark Heathcote]

There were one or two errors but I think it’s about there now.
Thanks for this lovely review Pryde :)