Poetic Solace

Sonnets lie as stone sentinels 
in silent eclipse,
a seascape once lost;
titles nestle as scenic collections 
lain in silt in coastal pools 

Poets listen, intent, 
lest nites last call pens too little, too late 
as eons past spill into potent lines 
in poetic solace 

Sleep calls,
still,
a poet paints. 



Janet Reid
august 2007

written for a challenge to write only with words that could be made from 
letters found in the name "Poetic Constellations".
(This poem was lost and relocated in April 2009)