I discovered an inner rhythm
that summoned a vespertine breeze
I sought illumination from screaming starlight
as it exploded just before dawn
Mine was a wild, wild whisper
as I sang a new song
Change was imminent—
like a single crack
to my bones, this
My branches weighed
heavy till they surrendered
with broken beauty
Salvation amidst splinters,
a serenade framed by the beat of old box drums
I extinguished each demon with the power
of citrine skies and a new day
Mine was a wild, wild whisper
as I sang a new song
Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay
prompts: #NovemberFalls19, Sunday Whirl
Writing and Reflections 
“Mine is a wild, wild whisper’ I absolutely love this.
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It’s really beautiful and powerfully written. “illumination from screaming starlight” – stark clarity
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🙂 Thank you
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Love this. Very powerful! “Illumination in screaming starlight” — a wonderful description of stark clarity
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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