A Glimpse of Infinity

The Long Night

In a cacophonous thunder twilight descends
Clouds converge in rapturous abandonment
Darkness outlines silence on the horizon
Stillness moves with lengthening shadows

A breeze dances upon flower petals and leaves
Sensuously caressing dreams long forgotten
Carnivorous thoughts devour remaining light
Feasting on memories lost in the blackness

Words become meaningless with every breath
Sifting through moments of joy and ecstasy
Hopes become frozen in a whirlwind of reproach
Fulfilling expectations and depths of despair

Surroundings envelope in a cloak of sadness
Then for a moment stars sparkle in the distance
Clouds part and a glimpse of infinity is revealed
Its emptiness a comfort through the long night

Copyright © 2016 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Phantasms Unleashed

A dimly lit room
On a dark and stormy night
Phantasms unleashed

During The Year Without Summer, in the month of June 1816 Mary Godwin, Claire Clairmont, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron and John Polidori gathered together at Villa Diodati, near Lake Geneva, Switzerland.

Long shadows have been cast from that gathering 200 years ago. The phantasms unleashed During those few days have seeped into ever work of Science Fiction and Horror created since then. Not only do they live in works of Fiction they permeate every dark corner, dwell beneath our beds and invade our sleep, shaping our fears.

Copyright © 2016 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

#Haiku #MicroPoetry #Poem #VillaDiodati #Summer1816 #TheYearWithoutSummer

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Late Night Journeys

Letting You Go

Sailing away on dreams and expectations
Doubt fades and hope returns once again
Gazing into your eyes silences the voices
Lost words frozen in the still of the night

With the best of intentions it all began
Moments woven with pain float on by
Exploring late night journeys in my mind
But saying goodbye is the hardest thing

Words written in ink, tears and sadness
My way of saying its over and letting go
Shivering in the thought that it brings
Lost illusions linger as sleep takes hold

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Moments of Reflection

Fragments of Hope

Sorrow strengthens with ever step
On this path of broken promises
Forgotten dreams shatter reality
As silent words lead me onward

Misplaced thoughts searching
Words forever ending in pain
Lost in moments of reflection
Memories will never be erased

Melodies linger, sleep overtakes
Holding onto fragments of hope
Dreams unfold into a twilight sea
Light fades with passing thoughts

Wrapped in time’s embrace
A silent sadness descends 
Waiting for understanding
…and forgiveness

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Day 1 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge…

I must thank Debra Lane for asking me to participate with her ‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬ challenge.
I hope you will enjoy both our interpretations of the prompt ‪#‎Negation‬

Words across the Oceans

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Day 1’s optional prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), challenging poets to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

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So with “Day 1’s Prompt” I have found a piece by The Nine Inch Nails, I also asked my friend & fellow Poet – Shawn D. Standfast for his Interpretation which you can read below… followed by my Submission

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Head Like a Hole

god money’s not looking for the cure.
god money’s not concerned with the sick among the pure.
god money let’s go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
god money’s not one to choose.

By The Nine Inch Nails 

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Forgotten Words

I find my favourite spot and sit down
Arrange my paper, pens, and pencils
I’ve brought…

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From Days of Old

Autumn at the Mill

Bats dart and dive from attic cracks
And synchronize their attacks
With a Hunter’s Moon giving light
Prey is stalked and caught in flight

The smell of bonfires choke the air
Golden leaves blow here and there
Trick or treat on All Hallows’ Eve

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Then October presents its share
At the Orchard Apple Fair

Those happy days of yesteryear
Hearing rushing water flow
Sensing change as the north winds blow

Autumn begins its merry dance
As light fades and clouds advance
At the mill the waterwheel whirls
In the meadow tall grass swirls

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Calling me like a long lost friend

Copyright © 2014 James Day & Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved