Ebony afterglow commences
enveloping the quietude
and beckoning illumination.
Readily appearing,
nocturnal silhouettes rapturously promenade
upon luminous windowpaned enclosures.
imploring candlelight admission, acceptance,
and recognition.
Shimmering translucence
radiates burgeoning ecstasy.
The assorted diminutive assemblage, gathering instinctively,
pirouettes with feverish anticipation.
Possibilities captivate quintessential expectations
continually hovering, pulsating, and undulating
precariously adjacent
to shimmering destruction,
unenviable departure,
and veritable mortality.
Incandescent glimmerings extinguished,
the tremulous processional,
a myriad of sensibilities inspiring contemplative resolution,
mysteriously disappears,
suffuses, and permeates
into the perennial ebony afterglow.
Contemplative Rhapsody
Visitors to nocturnal windowpane
Reviews (1)
7/14/2026
Thank you, Rachelle! This was my attempt at composing a poem with words of three or more syllables - with the exception of conjunctions and prepositions. Quite the challenge for someone who strives to write simply with a paucity of words! Glad you enjoyed! Thank you! oxox diane
7/14/2026
As the reigning winner of that Challenge that you created with those requirements, I can attest to how difficult it was. I had a feeling that's what you were doing with this. Great work!! Was your inspiration seeing moths gathering outside your window one night - or was this totally from your imagination?
7/14/2026
The moths and their other winged friends gather right outside the window from where I write. Their activity is frenetic as they are drawn to the light from a standing lamp. So, yes, they were my inspiration!
7/13/2026
The Words That Got to Me
precariously adjacent to shimmering destruction, unenviable departure, and veritable mortality. *Poetic theme-and-variation on: Are you out of your mind! That's going to KILL you!!
I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would say these words, but: This poem about months is kind of sultry...almost to the point of feeling sexy!! But therein lies the poetic allegory: moth to the flame/wrong love to personal destruction while the afflicted INSIST they know what they're doing. You are definitely in a class all your own, Miss Talent!! xoxox