Take this soul and cleanse its heart,
grant me the power to call my destiny,
weave me a vision so I may walk the path,
a touch from your finger takes me beyond infinity.
Take this heart and calm its soul,
grant me the patience to seek my destiny,
weave me a vision so I may know my whole,
an arrow from your bow to slay the imaginary.
Take this mind and break its truth,
grant me the sight to recognise my destiny,
weave me a vision so I may follow through,
a tale from your tales of great mysteries.
Take this truth and free its mind,
grant me the voice to voice my plea,
weave me a vision that is only mine,
a word from your wisdom guides me to my destiny.
Author notes
Option 8
A contest entry
- Options... by Lj-.
300 points, ended January 5, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was nice...I love the repetition of words in the beginning of the stanzas. I think it shows your progression through out this piece
My favorite line
"weave me a vision so I may follow through,
a tale from your tales of great mysteries."
Overall well written
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Thanks for the comment. I was just trying a new approach which felt right at the time. Thanks for reading.
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This was great!
Thank you so much for following the directions so completely, you're like one of the only ones.
I really liked:
"weave me a vision so I may know my whole,
an arrow from your bow to slay the imaginary."
Thanks for entering.
Good Luck! -
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thanks. i like it when ppl follow the rules of the game so that's something i would take note of too. thanks for the contest.
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