When I open my heart, this is what I hear,
a golden circle shows an eastern song
that death is not another color,
but such a river to melt in splash
of time descending rapid to rock
in adventure's closer cosmic encounter
with wilder wetness.
Fear is only separation
from note to carry in invitation,
another chance to find the music
hidden in hole to spin as disk,
when silence slivers into needle
turning soul as seasoned record.
So play my tune to tell in time,
a taste to tingle skin's return
when shadow seeks a deeper well
of night to swallow
every passion.
A contest entry
- Another 24 Hours # 2 by poetryality.
300 points, ended March 7, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ah, the rhythms of the heart speak in note and color of life, to deepen the wells of passion for being in the midst of music. But there are those who are miracles in expressing it... Even rapids sing against the rock, and yes, spins...
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This is a classic. A very noble writ for sure. The poetry here sways the spirit. It makes me stop to ponder where the next stanza will take me. I love the line regarding the "music". A very finely crafted work of word-art here poet. The imagery is exceptional.
Thank you ever so much for the time spent to enter this clever work into my challenge. I wish you all the best.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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you are a very deep thinker and your work reflects your thoughts.to be able to think on a deep level and bring out the thoughts to record it to paper and keep the essence of the thoughts intact,is not easy.you have mastered it.my best to you in the contest.
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"another chance to find the music
hidden in hole to spin as disk,
when silence slivers into needle
turning soul as seasoned record."
Gorgeous, dear Scribe...the picture & the poem...Spin on, I say...We shall dance to your music with aplomb...Good luck in Renee's contest, my Friend...
Wanda
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