eerily, the thick darkness melds into brilliant light, blending truth and doubt in lines painted wide.
Category: Nature
White Nights and Pale Days
A simple poetry attempt after a while.
Saxony’s Secret: The Devil’s Bridge and medieval towns
I am of the strong opinion that whosoever claims the Rakotzbrücke, also known as the devils' bridge, to be an overhyped tourist attracted is either lying or was simply unlucky with the weather. In the worst possible scenario, they were met with some construction work, in which case, I can sympathize and understand their frustration.… Continue reading Saxony’s Secret: The Devil’s Bridge and medieval towns
Let There be Light
I have always been fascinated by fireflies. One of my dreams is to visit a woodland area that glows in the dark because of a series of complex chemical activity in the light organs of fireflies. The google images and photographs of this phenomena have left me intrigued and I cannot help but marvel at… Continue reading Let There be Light
Summer Rain | Poetry
The weather-beaten trees leaned over, earthy scents rose from the ground; we confessed our love for summer rain - the flourishing green 'n' tinkling sound.
A Manor on the Moors | Spillwords
Nestled between green rolling hills, exposed to the ire of howling gales, rises the desolate manor house surrounded by bare and barren dales.
Moon Magic
When the evening sky is stained with red, and the sun disappears behind the clouds, drawing her chariot across the eastern sky glints an opaque moon in a pearly shroud.
The Little Star Thief
Stars, low light, frail kindly light pinned to the dark fabric of the night embroidered with yarns of silvery thread in celestial patterns twinkling o'erhead. Some playful fingers set them stray, each loosened star drifts miles away; white streaks of light flare up and 'round, bright glinting stars come falling down. I wonder wherein lie… Continue reading The Little Star Thief
Amber Love | Autumn Poetry
Creator: Adam Oehler Stepping on a small wooden boat rowing circles with two small hands; swirling and swashing drowsy waters, I glided past the autumnal lands. The white sun was wry and mellow; the blue river looked darker now; the stillness was often deafening - broken by crackling of the boughs. I reached the vivid… Continue reading Amber Love | Autumn Poetry
Verses on an Angry Sea | Ekphrasis Series
The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined. - WikipediaThis is the third poem in the Ekphrasis series of poetry. In the aforementioned series, I compose poems… Continue reading Verses on an Angry Sea | Ekphrasis Series
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