This is beautiful, your face
turned out to the Bay, shadows
of cedar fronds playing on your body,
blue haze across the far shore. Do they beckon?
Don’t listen, love, turn away and come back
to the fire you have started without an axe.
Those two trees, grown together close enough
to fit a large log between, and your pry against
long limb, snaps it, and firewood leaps
to your feet to be fed to that which will end it.
This is beautiful, your face
traced by the campfire, flickers
as you hunch over the coals, looking,
as if there was a miracle being scribed
for you, for us. That is my wish, leaning
into my drooping canvas chair, watching
the moon rise high enough to be your halo.
Images burned in the Best Loved Places
where I keep portraits and moments of awe.
Ah, this is beautiful, your face.
Author notes
It was, it is!
Written August 11th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Chicken Soup For The Poetic Soul ~ by poet2angels.
400 points, ended August 18, 2006, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you, Frozentearz. the good news and that it is nothing mroe than a scar of some kind in the lungs. We feel blessed but have been to heck and back over it. We went camping, although he was ill. There are still more tests, his heart, this time. But, I have a wonderful feeling about it.
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thank you, grannyeri. so nice to see you again and have you comment on my work.
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Congratulations on your award truly deserving
warm thoughts
Frozentearz -
Congratulations on winning gold with this awesome poem - very easy to read and understand the sentiments you express in these lines,
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We ahve indeed....such lvies as ours are soulfully met and soulfully needed methinks. What travels we have been on pale to this, do they not?
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This is very like you and not like you my sister. Something is surely brewing in that head of yours. I can read the lines and can read the in between lines better. We need hours to talk, and pots of coffee to journey into our souls and find the answers. We again have come to a crossroad and again we will cross together.
Noreen -
Thank you, Lynda. I struggle, right now, with faith in futures and futues being part of faith, as you can tell. I appreciate your comments a great deal. Carol.
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Oh, my!
This is truly amazing and beautiful! You always seem to bring a touch of wonder to your poetry and you know how I adore love blended with nature and you have done that here, in this wonderful, charming write!
TY so much for entering!
Lynda
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