In a realm where shadows stretch and blend,
Where the mountains meet the vast expanse,
A lone dark figure makes his descend ,
Against the backdrop of nature's dance.
Cracked earth that tells tales of time gone by,
Of storms and rains that once kissed its face,
Now a barren wasteland, vast and dry,
In eternal empty cold embrace.
The clouds, they churn, and boom like a tempest's might,
Casting hues of darkness, white and grey,
Yet, beyond the storm, a hint of light,
silent whispers of a brand new day.
The figure, small, against the dark tide,
Stands resilient, defiant , alone,
Facing challenges, with arms held wide,
Marking the empty world as his own.
This vast arena, silent and grand,
Where nature's stories are yet unfold,
There's hope and strength that goes hand in hand,
Endless whispers that the winds have told.
2023
In “Endless Whispers,” I was captivated by the contrast of nature’s vastness and a solitary figure. The imagery speaks to nature’s awe-inspiring beauty, with the lone figure symbolizing a journey into the unknown. The cracked earth narrates the ephemerality of life, while the churning clouds hint at hope even in darkness. This figure’s resilience amidst the immense landscape is a testament to human spirit and determination. The poem conveys that even in overwhelming circumstances, with tenacity, we can find our place and look forward to a new dawn.
Blakeney-Rose Berry 