reaching up tortured arms,
midst evenings thickened air
touching sky, holding breath
a heavy cross to bear,
holding onto sleepless hope
that there is more to hold
in place where sight bears every gift
and silence isnt gold.
hanging onto nighttimes thread
morning yet to come
where darkened sails reach their ports
and holds beneath its thumb,
knowledge that time brings change
and altering of ways
where navy skies shroud the dreams
of all the brightest days,
sighing deep with heaving breath
for all ive learned to see
and look once more with shadowed hope
as moonlight shines on me.
lifeofawillow 
“for all ive learned to see and look onec more with shadowed hope” I really like those lines!
Mine can be found here: http://www.facebook.com/messages/675242451#!/permalink.php?story_fbid=261187803978994&id=125785904185852¬if_t=feed_comment
love the images in the li’l lines like: touching sky, holding breath…here’s mine: http://writersclubkl.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/friday-fictioneers-then-we-were-one/
Fantastic. Beautifully done!
BEAUTIFUL!! What a lovely depiction of the photo prompt.
Mine: http://www.vlgregory-circa1800.vpweb.com/blog.html
Nicely done.
http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/you-called-friday-fictioneers-may-2012/
Evocative, romantic and hopeful – I enjoyed it very much.
Here’s mine too: http://womanontheedgeofreality.com/2012/05/11/friday-fictioneers-painting-creation/
Beautiful use of the language, very musical, I thought. Weird, I know, but it evokes Mozart for me. My story is here: http://bridgesareforburning.wordpress.com/
i like that. thank you!
Others have said it well, but I’ll repeat it here. Wonderful. A beautiful take on the prompt and brave, for verse is hard and somehow makes the writer more vulnerable. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/last-of-the-first/
I like ‘where darkened sails reach their ports’ š Loved the mood this poem instills. Thanks for joining us!
Very nicely done. Enjoyed the imagery, the prose, the rhythm…
Here’s mine: http://thebradleychronicles.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/flash-fiction-friday-3/
You caught the way I felt about the trees when I first saw this picture but I was particularly taken the by the echoing of hope, sleepless, then shadowed, but still there.
kathy
http://notforallmarkets.wordpress.com/2012/05/11/stay/