Brought to Light

You ask

The pen finds a release

Out of the seconds lived by

Some fine lines are alive

Given a burst of oxygen

All the spotlights came on

Silently screaming of the detail

Wired into your memory

Engraving a place in your world

Dimmed out instances

Find a source of being

Just like

They come to life

In the reader evoking a feeling

Others remain onto a long forgiven shelf

Losses of rendered memory

I create them

to be 

Reviews

[onceloved]

Your poetry paints your feelings so beautifully fall of the artist's heart and soul it is a place in time where emotions of what you feel inside. :) Larry

[Nisreen]

Thank you Larry

[Robert Haigh]

If our words can find a meaning, and resonate in someone else's heart and mind, then we have done our job as a poet. Some words will fall on deaf ears and closed minds, but that is not always the fault of the poet. An interesting write.

[Nisreen]

Thank you Robert :)