September 17-18, 2019




could comfort be found here

lost in this quiet backwater

would be too far for touch

eddys circumstantial swirls

yet tool of the higher hand

bear this one once aflame

into still and silent nothings

mediocrity quenching light

moss covered rocky shore

tempts and tricks and teases

what yearns to burn again

shine its light into the dark

illuminate where shadows lie

bearing slightly differed form

dimmed and dark and silent

owns insufficient affirmation

this swirling void escape


A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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