Between two rocks of memories
after hard silent years
the sky-lark flew out of the dark stone.
Her wish was to build a white nest,
softly padded,
fluffy of feathers,
warmed by Sun
under mountain's clouds
creating a new life
from her inner heart
and inner pain
and inner soft beauty.
She let her inside yearnings out
slowly moving her wings
looking for a warm wind,
looking for the light
to color her breast into gold
seizing with her eyes the whole world.
Her beak and heart still drunk
she sings
following the mountain streams,
flying home over the desolated desert plains
engraved with young fennecs' traces,
to the old, happy valley
on the other side of the river Sambatyon
Author notes
Late Prayer
Tenderness does not choose its own uses.
It goes out to everything equally,
circling rabbit and hawk.
Look: in the iron bucket,
a single nail, a single ruby -
all the heavens and hells.
They rattle in the heart and make one sound.
Jane Hirshfield
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A contest entry
- The Essentials by Heart Sutra.
525 points, ended February 17, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A touch of sentimentalism here returning to the home place. Great write and thanks for being a contestant. Happy trails
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never heard of the river, but the sky lark, oh yes, how beautiful and filled with knowledge from God, able to raise and care for her young. enjoyable. thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for your kind comment and applause. If you want to know something about this river, please go to the following link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sambation
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i agree completely with zayra- just some thinning and splicing would take this from good to great- some lovely ideas and thoughts flow through here..
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It is not always easy to make a perfect poem. At this moment it was perfect for me. Maybe it could be better, but now, here we are. I wrote it to flow like a river, without breaking it and that is probably the main problem. Thank you for your kind comment Mary Cat.
~Sonja~
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There is a peaceful sweetness to this. It might be a little stronger with a few more line breaks or some thinning out of the words but overall I find it leaves me with a soft feeling. Thank you for sharing it.
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So beautiful
This is so visual I felt as if I was the one flying Sambatyon river. Really a wonderful piece of work.
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I am always trying to make my poetry visual and I am glad that you can see it the same way. Thank you dear friend
~Sonja~
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A very beutiful poem Sonja. I read twice to fully appreciate the words. Good luck in this contest.
Jim
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Thanks to you Jim. I am glad you like it.
~Sonja~
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anchored in inner sentiments and old legends and rituals, an enchanting concoction as soft yet as tangible as the feather and the rock you use as building blocks to this softly sung melody. so long ago since i heard the name 'sambatyon' mentioned, thanks for bringing back old NOT forgotten memories, my friend
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Thank you for your deep review. I am glad to bring you some memories about the river Sambatyon. This story will never be forgotten.
~Sonja~
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hi dear Sonja,
A very nice piece.
Wish you luck in the contest.
PS. I could finally find some time to write and post a new poem.
Shahrzad
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Thank you dear Shahrzad for your preciouc comment and good wishes.
~Sonja~
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So Pretty!
Another I thought beatiful, seriously felt as if the skylark was telling her own story, excellent job Sonja! Good luck to you in the contest!
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It looks you know when to read my poetry, each time when I post my favorites. Thank you for comment and applause.
~Sonja~
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