Calloused hands of light and dark
Intertwine, complementing each other
The light is but a faerie, a sighing through the glen
Tussling with its half brother
Sparring in the ring of times cascade
Lying on its back, gazing at the stars
Wonderment in simple things
Breathing life into changing seasons
Springing through the ocean waves; Nestled in the snow
Tumbling down a waterfall; Racing through the prairie
Envisioned in dawns crimson pallette
Strokes of scarlet painting the gloaming
Boundless joy evident in its peals of carefree laughter
Contentment residing
In the wax and wane of the Masters moon...
The dark is but a cherub
The mirrors glassy reflection steals the soul
Sets it free in captivity
The night eyeing eternity with baleful glare
Murmuring its impassioned pleas
To the dawns unforgiving birth
Casting strands delicate into the raging torrent
A voice disembodied sees the fear it runs from
Spinning webs upon a thimble
A downy pillow welcoming to the evil of sweet innocence
Whose companion is beautiful, the wolf in sheeps clothing
The stones a gritty escarpment with murderous intent
Caressing the chosen with blood soaked grins
Vestigial cries of supplication left
In the ebb and flow of the Masters tide...
Fragments resolve into a singular form
Hands of light and dark clasped
Commanded by the one; slaves to Master entity
The One Mage is incarnate.
Intertwine, complementing each other
The light is but a faerie, a sighing through the glen
Tussling with its half brother
Sparring in the ring of times cascade
Lying on its back, gazing at the stars
Wonderment in simple things
Breathing life into changing seasons
Springing through the ocean waves; Nestled in the snow
Tumbling down a waterfall; Racing through the prairie
Envisioned in dawns crimson pallette
Strokes of scarlet painting the gloaming
Boundless joy evident in its peals of carefree laughter
Contentment residing
In the wax and wane of the Masters moon...
The dark is but a cherub
The mirrors glassy reflection steals the soul
Sets it free in captivity
The night eyeing eternity with baleful glare
Murmuring its impassioned pleas
To the dawns unforgiving birth
Casting strands delicate into the raging torrent
A voice disembodied sees the fear it runs from
Spinning webs upon a thimble
A downy pillow welcoming to the evil of sweet innocence
Whose companion is beautiful, the wolf in sheeps clothing
The stones a gritty escarpment with murderous intent
Caressing the chosen with blood soaked grins
Vestigial cries of supplication left
In the ebb and flow of the Masters tide...
Fragments resolve into a singular form
Hands of light and dark clasped
Commanded by the one; slaves to Master entity
The One Mage is incarnate.
Author notes
Hi
this poem is about the elements of light and dark, seen from a perspective of irony, since the two polar opposites are coexisting in balance in one form.
Kind regards
Previn
Written October 20th, 2006
A contest entry
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Comments
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Excellent write, the intesity sucks you in, and the description pulls your farther, thanks for entering
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"A downy pillow welcoming to the evil of sweet innocence
Whose companion is beautiful, the wolf in sheeps clothing" How amazing are those lines?
Excellent piece of poetry. Thank you for the entry.
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Bandaid. -
nice write! good job!
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Very Good
VEry well put together. And a subject that is never far from some peoples minds. Good and evil, right and wrong, black or white. -
Loaming Gloaming
Ending with "..." is rarely evocative of the awe one might imagine it to be.
The hands, let alone the Master, introduced themselves more as a puzzle than an enticement to muse.
If an image evokes something in the poet but not the reader then has the poetry been laid at the feet of the master, or cast forth from the hands of the disciple?
For all that, the puzzlement and vivid imagery did combine to more than annoy by eliciting an elusive thread of thought.
That I applaud. -
Wow! Thanks sweet Ami, you always make my day with your wonderful comments!
Previn -
Thank you, it was my pleasure to enter.
Kind regards
Previn -
Wow Previn you have realy done it this time, you have used the language so well and created another masterpiece. ami
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Wow, this was truly a unique poem if I've ever seen one, I really liek your contrast of Light and Dark. I'm ever so gald you joined my little contest. Thanks and Good luck
Arron-Herschel -
this is way better than i thought it will be .. very dark .. liked it a lot .. !!
oh i like the title the most
good luck in the contest
me
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loads of great phrasing in this.
'calloused hands of light and dark intertwined, complimenting each other' is the perfect lead-in for your poem
good writing
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great dark poem..! amazing imagery and description of light and dark..
best of luck in the contest
much love
~rana~ -
Previn the battle between good and evil will always be there, I liked your descriptions and contrast between good and evil, the dark and light. Nicely done and thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for the input bro, I have amended accordingly.
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What a magnificent journey. Vivid imagery, amazing style. Loved your poem Previn. Well penned. I loved the race it took me on, through thoughts of light and dark.
GOOD luck in the contest!
Juan
Edited on Oct 20, 3:39 because 'Veld was changed to prairie'.
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