Ars Poetica: The Conjuring of Light
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025
I sculpt silence with ink-stained hands,
daring to weave whispers
into the waiting wind-each metaphor a glimmer
in the tapestry of daydreams.
I gather scattered echoes from midnight's breath,
planting them gently in the soft soil of language,
where vivid images unfurl as radiant truths.
Poetry, both tangible and untamed,
speaks in the quiet dialect
of soul and spectrum.