The Truth About Tigers

occasional musings and free verse poetry, approximately



Language of Yesterday

Whispers thread through moonlight gaze,
wisdom woven deep in dusk’s tapestry.
As pages flutter like moth’s feathery wings,
ancient dreams entwine unspoken truths,
and secrets stitched in shadow
keep time suspended in our sight.
A thousand tomorrows are written
in the lost language of yesterday.


Written in response to Lillian’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, where she asked us to choose an image from Catrin Welz-Stein and let it inspire our poetry. Catrin is a graphic designer from Germany who creates unique mixed media artwork. To see more of her work, visit Catrin Welz-Stein’s website.

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  1. Debi Avatar
    Debi

    secrets stitched in shadow
    keep time suspended in our sight…. what a lovely definition of reading

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      Nick Allison

      Thank you, Debi!

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  2. sanaarizvi Avatar
    sanaarizvi

    “A thousand tomorrows are written in the lost language of yesterday,” … love this! ❤️❤️

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      Nick Allison

      Thank you, Sanaa!

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  3. lillian Avatar
    lillian

    A beautiful piece! I am especially smitten by these words:
    “As pages flutter like moth’s feathery wings,” – wonderful imagery.

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    Nick Allison

    Thank you, Lillian!

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  5. purplepeninportland Avatar
    purplepeninportland

    “wisdom woven deep in dusk’s tapestry.”

    This is filled with gossamer imagery.

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      Nick Allison

      I love gossamer imagery! Thank you so much for the compliment!

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    Love those last two lines… tomorrow all grows from yesterdays.

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    1. Nick Allison Avatar
      Nick Allison

      Indeed. Thank you, Bjorn!

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  7. Melissa Lemay Avatar
    Melissa Lemay

    I love the pages fluttering like moth’s feathery wings.

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  8. Dreamers And Drunkards – 6th February 2025 – 1994ever Avatar
    Dreamers And Drunkards – 6th February 2025 – 1994ever

    […] pier But still they linger, waiting their turnWhere once there was only black and white and secrets stitched in shadow Time passes and the shadows grow and universal dream-weavers, cry for the halcyon days, the jasmine […]

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