silvern morning sun
dapples Winter’s forest floor
frozen diamonds weep
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Lux Aeterna
The darkest days have passed and moving forward, the glow over the horizon will stretch time by measured increments. Winter will not rush to satisfy our need for light. She will keep us in cool suspense, even as coming of day grows. There is yet space to cozy in a corner and cry, or sleep, or hunker, or hide. The linear growth of primal light will not mirror a soul’s fight or flight. As winter whimsically tiptoes into spring, there will yet be blood, beauty, peace, and suffering still to be had. From one year to the next, light does not mend our aches or woes; nor does feasting, noise, or merry making. But in the unseen corners of our souls, in the dimmest spaces, a choice grows. So Life asks, ‘what dear, is yours?’
By Mary Syrristabout a month ago in Poets
Public Announcement Challenge Winners
For the Public Announcement Challenge, writers were asked to work inside voices built for control. These were notices, warnings, and updates meant to inform rather than confess. The strongest entries committed to that form and didn't break from it. Corporate memos, formal government alerts, and internal policy language were held consistently, allowing emotion, fear, grief, or humor to surface indirectly through pressure rather than declaration. The following poems recognize the voice of authority, and let human feeling slip through despite all its rules and restraint.
By Vocal Curation Teamabout 11 hours ago in Resources
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Nicely done.