Silent now, this moment’s pause, bathed in ochre’s tinge of red,
revealing histories’ flaxen stitch, stretched through pin pricks long since bled.
Day lies still around me, ‘cross rustic echoes this past enfolds,
suspends my eye along the line where every memory’s story is told.
I strain to squint the long line down, a temporal horizon revealed,
yet danced in distorted ecstatic shapes, reducing truth so sought, concealed…
Exposing the gaps of life amongst lives…
Of image, of thought, of stories told…
Sketching loose, unveiling shadows,
Stretched between these temporal poles.
The past is vaguely visible…
So turn I from the yesterdays, grasping light in shadows long,
steel my courage, step and stride, so move along the path I’m on.
Histories’ echoes flit by, sparrows on the vented dusk,
call to me on whispered wings, “tomorrow waits within your trust”.
Summer’s acrid dusty road gives rise to verdant scent of pine,
drifts upon the chirping rill, across the lea ebbed from my mind…
Graced upon a hope and faith, sustained from whence I’ve come,
the future beckon’s naught from past, but draws from me all that I sum…
In image, thought, stories dreamed,
Loosely sketched between the seams,
Of birth and death, what can be known,
Between the temporal poles here shown…
The future dream quite visible…
jaybluepoems 
Stunning and beautiful as usual! 🙂 ❤
thank you Natalie
My pleasure❣️😊
Thanks
You’re welcome😊❤️
This is so beautiful!
Thank you
A stunning poem! I love the flexed verbs in:
‘revealing histories’ flaxen stitch, stretched through pin pricks long since bled’;.
‘suspends my eye along the line where every memory’s story is told’;
‘…danced in distorted ecstatic shapes, reducing truth so sought, concealed’;
Sketching loose, unveiling shadows,
Stretched between these temporal poles’;
and I love the reprise of these lines in:
‘Loosely sketched between the seams,
Of birth and death, what can be known,
Between the temporal poles here shown’.
The repetition of ‘stretch’ in various forms gives emphasis to the shadows.
Thank you Kim, You are too kind.
Not at all – it’s a great poem and you’re more than welcome.
very majestic. grieving for summer as well as welcoming autumn.
Thanks!
Your verbs, nouns, adjectives and everything brought this whole story to brilliant life
thank you
“Summer’s acrid dusty road gives rise to verdant scent of pine, / drifts upon the chirping rill, across the lea ebbed from my mind…” my favorite lines of this wonderful poem.
Thanks – so glad you enjoyed it.
Very beautiful. The structure and the echoes and reflections work so well together.
thank you!
there is the lightest of touches in all the actions here – a joy to read
“I strain to squint the long line down, a temporal horizon revealed,” is so memorable
Thanks Laura – really appreciate your kind comment.
I liked these lines and their sound near the end: “Of birth and death, what can be known,
Between the temporal poles here shown”
Thanks Frank!
Love so much about this….beautifully writ….
my favorite lines include
“Histories’ echoes flit by, sparrows on the vented dusk,
call to me on whispered wings, “tomorrow waits within your trust”.
Thank you Lillian