Reaching towards light, caught in plastic
of the real world, could be said
to be as honest a hope as greenhouse
raised tomatoes, sitting fat and red
as if they had been in direct sun.
I spread eagle my arms
and tiptoe to touch the tender
face of god, like a moth
battering itself against
an outside glass bulb.
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A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration... by seraphim shock.
800 points, ended February 6, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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very nice this work left me speechless keep up the great work i love it
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I love this poem. The similie: "to be as honest a hope as greenhouse raised tomatoes" are beautiful words. I especially love the frankness of everything you say, and how it gets straight to the point. I know what you are talking about, instead of having to look deep inside, and it is still hypnotic and beautiful. I really felt drawn into your poem. Thank you for writing this. Blessed be.
Lizzy
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Thank you, Lizzy. Sometimes I feel so far away...and yet, I still reach.
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Very interesting and unique. You can edit until the 5th, whereupon the contest will end. Then, I will do a full critique. Good luck!
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"I spread eagle my arms
and tiptoe to touch the tender
face of god"
He feels your tender Spirit touching His face, my Sister of the Sacred Songs...& He gently touches you right back...You feel it everytime the wind blows...Beautiful, my dear Friend...Good luck in the contest...
Wanda
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I do...and feel you in that wind as well.....I think wind might just be prayers riding on a great voice....and we are to listen. Ty for reading and commenting so beautifully on my poetry.
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