Silver Trees

Submitted by Shaun Clamp

Silver leaved trees struggled
In the sea wind which stripped the coastline of sun-kissed colour,
and blew across the sky masses of clouds.
Only metallic things shone under this grey light,
Granite boulders, copper flowers, those silver leaves
Flickering on fighting branches; the constant drone
Of the sea wind,
And the cavernous roar of swell.


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Photo Credit: Ivan Welz – Frost


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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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