I thought
this forest had forgone the reason to be beautiful.
Who can hear the chirping of chickadees
in the saw-toothed silence? What floor
worth falling on is worth the stripped bark?
I remarked:
This desert is drier than destiny;
This ocean is a Galapagos gulp;
This plain is a pocket of pity.
That is what I thought
Until the forest was quiet and the desert wet
with the tears of a million mothers
but, nonetheless, they scraped their knuckles raw
trying to wash sorrow into the suds.
I hear them, betimes, knocking stone
a water’s edge, against tough hides
that refuse to lose their furry tongues.
The ocean builds with shed tears
splashed on downed soldiers,
seeping through underground rivulets
back to the source of the mother.
That is what thinking does;
It reminds us that gnawed bones
make no sound if you can not hear.
It is gut-knowing that we try to cling
on to tough trunks even if they are planking.
Remembering from whence it came, we came,
is the reason sadness makes us droop.
I knew I dropped to the floor for a reason.
In a list
A contest entry
- Guess What !!!!!!! by elemental angel.
700 points, ended January 24, 2007, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A truly beautiful piece of poetry! No wonder this received gold!
All the best to you! -
BEAUTIFUL
Congratulations on the gold. It was well deserved.
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thank you penman. It is good to see your name again.
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I love this it is such a beautiful write. It reminds me of a buffy sainte marie song. Thank you so much for entering and good luck in my contest
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As I read over again, I realize, my antive voice comes through even when I am not focused on that. thank you.
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One again you pen holds me spellbound . . . I absolutely love every word I have read of yours thus far.
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Thnak you marc. I do like this one myself. I stepped away from more traditional writes and it is time for me to draw back to it.
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