In times of being lost outside,
Thoughts of simplicity came near
From whence a path was created
Had given man words now stated
But now how will all due inside?
Written now was not of stone here
Nor to notions of wise sated--
Paths brought neath overture’s trees
And clouts of doubt bows to their knees
Listening from all texts adhere
Revelation…is man hated?
Blissful life—grandeur holds the keys
Through those doors, existence belief
Of a spiritual disbelief
Beholden all sins has waited
Reveries, onto which, saw relief
grabbed honored memories known;
Unshackled treasures showed their arms
thoust knew no-one was to be harm
Lastly upon my words, journal’s chief
Author notes
This is yet another new form I've created from the sparse world called my mind...enjoy
Link to read more about this new form:
allpoetry.com/Column/1924143
For contest: number one
Written April 3rd, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Three Poems; Pre-write, Comfort, and Image [CONTEST] by Rain Dancer.
600 points, ended May 3, 2006, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Ty Blac for the compliment
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jewel
oh man this is a scripture right here! i'm lovin this, its like one of those scribes you find on stone tablets, the ancient kind, i really love your words.
blessed -
granny
ty sooooo much for pointing that out to me. By being as late as it was when i wrote this, brain function wasnt up to par
Rae -
Like the flow of this. Interesting form you have created here. You mentioned in the previous information about the lines being 8 syllables long. Some of these have 7 others 9. Is there a double splace between knew and no in the second last line?
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