Echoes Of Beauty

これは響くの美, 僕は天神の筆。ようこそ！Poetry and art blog for an 31 yo poet and artist. Cavalry Scout in the US Army. (INTJ-T) Currently a car mechanic. This is my serenade to silence eternal. May one find Elysium in these constructs of consciousness, these semblances of reality. That is why I resound, the beckoning bell harkening the harmonics of heaven. Please, tarry a moment and rest your haunches by the illuminations of these here illusions in the flickers of tongued campfire flames. But alas, Forgive my lack of decorative decorium. Just look at tags My Poetry or My Poem to see op material as I post my own poetry, and art.

[mleighsquickspot]

Good morning my friends 🤍

[grimfox-deactivated20251221]

heat lightning

blood stream hushed,

this rush and bloom within.

quiet descends in mellow crush.

such subtle blush and rend.

enough just to begin,

in sudden luster.

full, and innocent in love.

the trust wends over

clover petals, hints of cinnamon.

my flustered breathing's mustered.

this is it.

a wonderlust, a tinge

of fluttering amongst us.

in the dim,

we become luminous

in love.

it's thunderous.

[verrlorenpoet]

BOOMERANG

[living--in--salt]

I carried him in my arms,

like a bushel of flowers,

purple and plucked from the ground.

The air around me thinning like

the vacuum of space and flashes of

red and white dwarves blinking in

and out of existence.

That was the 6th time that year and it

was only May.

Tell me how the universe is always expanding,

Tell me how it stretches out, to infinity,

and how even in this pale light

we are limitless.

[sundaynightservice]

Moving forward, where?

Wandering an unknown path,

where's the guiding hand

pointing to a purpose, cause,

reason, the footsteps to God?

.

D W Eldred

[stolenhead]

all the words

i ever wrote about you

and all the ones

that clawed my throat

shaking with Baptist treble

feel so small and stupid now

in the shadow your

calloused fingers make

wings that flutter

in the flashes of

your singing teeth

[anotherinstancepoetry-deactivat]

Under Dust

There were days

Before every dream

Where empty space

Held their memory

Of fading halls

Hiding doorways

Where life itself

Remained still

And happier ends

Stayed a wish

Like hope long gone

Having surfaced

To explore such times

Become feelings

Slipping once again

Into dusk

Just beyond those walls

Turning beige

Or more unknown rooms

Filled with static

From cassette tapes found

Always playing

Only seen again

As we pass

Until hindsight yields

Deeper pain

Than any true fear

Could imagine

By sorrows recalled

Combing closets

For unopened gifts

Left behind

Packed away

Besides broken lights

Near fabric trees

Making echoes

As they brush our hands

Touching family

Keeping childhood real

Under dust

Calling out so loud

Seeking ghosts

Across basements dark

Growing lonely

Thinking home is there

Between shadows

Through that maze

Among faceless friends.

- J. Pigno

[trixclibrarian]

i invite the silence in without enticements only honest welcome {please}

no pleading no ringing requests no jest just lightheartedness {well-blest}

eager to engage in my disappearance into deep present listening with

care- fully

silence is not required to be feminine silence might be personified beyond gender more {bigly}

silence in favor worthy of befriending

[mentalgarbagebin-deactivated202]

No. 25 If I were a flower, What kind would I be? My mother might say a lily, For how sweet she thinks I am. My brother, an orchid, For how fickle he knows I am. For you, I’d hope a forget me not, But I fear you’d pick a black dahlia, And I’d have to agree. -Ony (I think)

[artssie]

Somnambulant (1878) by Maximilián Pirner

[enchantedbook]

'The Three Fates' by Alexander Rothaug, 1910

[persephonesvault-deactivated202]

Illusions

His smile lingers in the folds of forever

with stories of heartbreak

etched upon my delicate skin.

I exhale into the blueberry sky

as familiar melodies

from another time

fill this palpable void.

The stars seemed aligned

that night so long ago,

but nothing is ever as it seems.

🔅Persephone

[fairweathermyth]

Ship Painting I, 51" X 43", 2017

Expensive Painting (Ship), 64" X 64", 2016

Ship Painting II, 41" X 49", 2017

Andy Dixon

[cafeinevitable-deactivated20220]

Over The Waves by Setsuko Matsushima

art quilt

[hollowedskin]

QUILT?!?!

[nixscriptum]

[sltb0y]

dirty

Dear God, qu'est-ce que c'est? We talked in private box pews of "Justice." the tongue in which Adam wooed Eve. No one hearing. No one noticing, one more kid hiding one less shade expressing itself, like a colour, falling off the colour wheel. Lord, I'm sure you're right but they dance in the street crashing their necks out the cigarette box Dear God, I'm sorry, but I need to consider myself one more survivor of the massacre before I'm dead.

[bluesandbarebones]

Tiny dancer

I'm a little ballerina Watch me spin You've got me on my toes again Little ballerina Watch me twirl I don't have a care I'm just a girl Ballerina dancing arms overhead I didn't hear a thing you said Dancing for you, your little friends Until the music comes to an end Tiny ballerina put me back Lid on tight don't leave a crack I hear you come, hear you go I'm getting old I'm getting slow Tired ballerina left inside her quiet box until she died