The Quill and Ink

[ShyEyes]

A single drop of liquid night
upon the dry and waiting page,
gives form to thoughts that fear the light
and quiet shadows born of age.

The slender feather traces down
a trail of dark and silent grace,
to build a world or break a crown
within the narrow paper space.

It does not speak in sudden shouts,
nor force the meaning to be clear
it softly leaves its noble doubts
for those who pause to listen near.

For words that live beyond the breath
are not the ones that roar aloud,
but those that trace the lines of death
and life beneath a quiet shroud.

 

[Hope24]

A single drop of liquid night
upon the dry and waiting page,
gives form to thoughts that fear the light
and quiet shadows born of age.

The slender feather traces down
a trail of dark and silent grace,
to build a world or break a crown
within the narrow paper space.

It does not speak in sudden shouts,
nor force the meaning to be clear
it softly leaves its noble doubts
for those who pause to listen near.

For words that live beyond the breath
are not the ones that roar aloud,
but those that trace the lines of death
and life beneath a quiet shroud.View attachment 433135

Beautifully written… some words don’t need to be loud to leave a mark.

 

[ShyEyes]

Beautifully written… some words don’t need to be loud to leave a mark.

Thank you so much. Truly, the quietest thoughts often carry the heaviest weight. Glad it resonated with you.

 

[Standio]

@ShyEyes

Pure poetry in motion.....
Hauntingly beautiful imagery and a timeless message about the weight of this words. Absolutely stunning... Your ink reveals so much of raw truth and quiet pain.... I wanna see your happiest moments brought to life with the same feather which you wrote this...

"The ink only traces the shadow; the true weight stays with the author."
-Jones stanely