poetic suspense

Through the Veil of Stillness

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Stillness is not absence, it is the veil through which the unseen speaks.”

The stillness of the season held a weight of its own. It wasn’t silence, not really, it was layered, veiled, filled with the press of what waited just beyond sight. Every pause felt like a curtain, and behind it, something breathed.

Walking through the forest, the quiet seemed to listen back. The crunch of leaves, the shift of wind, the sudden chill in the air, all reminders that stillness can carry more than noise ever could. The veil was thin here, between the seen and the unseen, between the everyday and the echo that refused to fade.

To live inside this season was to know that quiet is never empty, it is a message, waiting to be understood.

The veil of stillness bends and sways,

a breath that hides in quiet ways.

Not gone, not lost, but close, concealed,

in silence truths are most revealed.

Step with care, the air will keep,

the echoes waking from their sleep.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And just when the veil seemed steady, it trembled, as though something on the other side had reached back.

Gathering of Week Four

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Every ending leans into a beginning, though the shape of it waits in silence.”

The week left its imprint across the cove, circles spreading on the water, shadows stretching thin, storms remembered in silence, and the quiet work of rebuilding. Each day felt like an echo of the one before, carrying truths further than anyone expected.

The voices of summer gatherings have dimmed. Lawns trimmed, boats pulled in, jet skis gone silent. Even in stillness, the air has its own weight, thick with the unspoken, alive with the sense that something always waits at the edge.

Every ripple, every whisper, every shadow was part of a larger story unfolding, not yet finished. And though the week has closed, the echoes remain, pressed into the silence, reminding us that waiting is never empty, it is a prelude.

Circles widen, shadows stay,

storms retreat, yet truths delay.

Rebuilding hums in quiet tones,

stillness breathes through broken stones.

The week has passed, yet nothing ends,

silence bends, and silence sends.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And as the veil of summer falls, the question lingers, when the next season rises, will it bring rest, or reveal what silence has been holding back?

In Shadows at the Edge

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Shadows lengthen where truths hesitate to speak.”

The shoreline carried a new weight as evening fell. Shadows crept further across the lawn, stretching toward the water as if trying to claim what daylight left behind. Conversations had thinned, but the sense of being overheard remained. Even in the silence, it felt as though someone was always just beyond the edge, listening, waiting, gathering what wasn’t meant to be shared.

At the cove’s edge, the air tightened. The laughter of summer had faded into a cautious quiet, and still the shadows seemed alive, as if they were listening harder than any ear.

At the edge where silence leans,

shadows breathe between the seams.

Every step feels drawn, contained,

by whispers echo cannot name.

What hides in dusk does not relent,

it waits in silence, unbent..

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And just when the quiet seemed steady, a shift stirred in the dark,something more than a shadow, something no one had yet faced.