Yes, life is a river of no return
That yearns for calm folds of eternity,
Where cascades come to be gentle nocturne
And ragged souls gain peace and harmony.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Yes, life is a river of no return
That yearns for calm folds of eternity,
Where cascades come to be gentle nocturne
And ragged souls gain peace and harmony.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Autumn songs and colors abound of late,
They gird hearts for a peek through heaven’s gate,
Fresh reverie reigns twenty-four seven—
Like walking on air, in seventh heaven.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Shadows prompt fanfare,
When sunbursts unleash forces
That slow their demise
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Mindful communion between heart, mind and soul finds creative outlet in catching sight of and then perpetuating the artistry of light, shadow and ripples of time. Said visual poetry of spirit and light—meant to appeal to both senses and mind, as well as provide solace—engages passions and even heals physical and mental ailments spawned by traumas of life.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Dark skies weigh on heart,
Autumn rains refresh the soul
Wind whispers, amen.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Autumn meanders into hill and dale
Without fanfare, although with bated breath;
She readies heartstrings, waiting to exhale—
With gaiety paints summer’s dance of death.
Dreams of harmony mid blossoms of spring
And summer’s dazzling skies her heart compel,
To dance ‘cross Earth realms, rejoice in last fling,
With one eye on life come winter’s hushed spell.
She holds dear the season’s waning sunshine,
Gladly bathes in warm hues of morning light,
Lets her soul spill joy unto swamped shoreline
And speak of hope in times of wretched plight.
Autumn’s eye-catching drama—hit-or-miss—
Fills human heart and soul with divine bliss.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Havoc wrought by hurricane Helene continues to plague lands and people here in the Carolinas. Washed out highways and byways slow recovery efforts. The brunt of the tropical storm spared our neighborhoods; although the effects of copious rains, blustery winds and scattered tornados mark her passage northward. As waters in rain-swollen lakes and streams recede, tranquil ephemeral pools in shoreline woodlands whisper encouragement and speak of hope…this too shall pass.