Cargo of night's caricatures with cookie cutter visuals
paint the auras and textures
that one's eye vessel beholds
even in the middle of a blistering blaze
from a daystar's blinding brilliance.
Tales are uttered from the ridges
tracing each pulsing edifice
whereby skeleton secrets
bleed their essence into the basement of insight
till they moan their meaning in resonant lucidity.
Heart quickens when the chants of vibrant fears
burn in a hollow of each edge in a soul's outline.
One feels the myriad musings
wax and wane in eloquent ooze
as kin to some ethereal ambrosia
gone stale by the tainted sacraments
created inside one's crumpling temple.
Silence never comes
through closing one's eyelids,
for the mind has long since
been etched
by the residue of murmurs
when caressing each soul's rhythm
sung by their harping
silhouette.
A contest entry
- Wonderful Words [CONTEST] by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended March 26, 2007, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for the kind comment.
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Simply breathless. I read through the lines more than once because I wanted to savor not only the words themselves but the imagery that was swirling within my mind. You have done a beautiful job here. Thank you for taking the time and effort to enter my contest. Good luck!
♥ Touchof1der -
silhouette....all of my paintings and photography have silhouette in them..and i didnt realize it until a college rep. from the massachusettes school of art museum told me...great job on the great word!
MINDIE -
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All I have to do is come up with a poem to fit the word.
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