Eternal Rhyme
In winter’s quiet, frostbitten embrace,
Where snowflakes fall with delicate grace,
A figure sits,
serene and sublime,
A soul attuned to the cadence of time.
Her face,
a clock of wisdom untold,
Each tick a story,
each hand spun gold.
Hellebores bloom in the still,
cold air,
Defying the frost with a beauty rare.
The birds linger,
their songs subdued,
Harmonizing with winter’s contemplative mood.
Bare branches whisper of endings near,
Yet her presence breathes the promise of a new year.
Paths of frost wind underfoot,
Moments glimmer where light takes root.
The bench becomes her fleeting throne,
A Queen of Time in a realm of her own.
Not bound by duty,
nor crowned with fame,
Her essence remains, untouched by name.
Each snowflake,
each breath,
each fleeting sigh,
A reflection of truths that never die.
In winter’s stillness,
her spirit remains,
A beacon of peace through life’s refrains.
Through veils of frost,
her being will stay,
An echo of hope for each new day.
Art: ‘Winter’s Silent Majesty”
© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC
Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC
About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.
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