Upon awakening,
I wrestled with thoughts of ambiguous demeanor,
left over remnants of a dream
where I saw bankers and prostitutes
bleeding with stignata.
I saw an ant hill crumble,
I saw the avalanche of history collapse
from a man made mountain.
I saw how the Earth gave way,
buried every town and hovel,
while immense populations scattered
into the desert of their minds.
I saw furies,
nubile and seductive,
fondling drunken diplomates,
I saw an archangel languishing
in an empty cathedral.
I saw the smoke of a Golgathian fire
encircling the globe,
I saw a child crying beside a dead rose.
I heard the silence of a monk engulfed in flames,
I heard sleepwalkers
stumble inside a labyrinth.
I heard the unblemished pulse of the collective heart,
I heard the mind explode
into one million embers.
I heard the ultimate hymn whispering
from a mountainside
and I heard that it was both
passionate and sorrowful.
I touched the fragile thighs of a fern
and it crumbled in my hand,
I touched my wife's breast
and it wept from the nipple.
I touched the fruit on the tree of knowledge
and found it overripe,
I touched the moon, the sun, the stars
and discovered unseen possibilities of light.
I touched my daughter's hand
and felt an almost imperceptable tremble,
I touched my own hand
and felt the same.
Ah senses,
why do you beguile me?
Why must the soft mystery of being alive
stay entrapped inside this decaying vehicle
of flesh and bone
and blood?
I want to inherit that other dimension
where I can dance with the illusive dragonfly
through the dark night
and land upon a petal
of understanding.
I want to feel the lips of bygone sages
kiss my withered brow,
I want to taste
the nectar of Heaven.
Oh . . .
I want to see the smile of the Universe,
I want to hear the stillness
of Eternity . . .
I want to know that I am finally
HOME.
A contest entry
- Anything && Everything (Shoot me up side the head) --all ages-- by Marilyn..
475 points, ended August 11, 2007, 58 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Poems for my wall by Lauren Noir.
650 points, ended August 31, 2007, 83 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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I loved this
I loved the ideas of dreaming and reality explored in this, it was trully deep and interesting, penned in such a masterful way I was transfixed from the start to the end
There were so many quoteables I couldn't pick one
The contrast of your words were amazing, if you get what I mean.
and I loved how you went to the very small the the huge things in life
This was amazing, a fantastic expression
Well done
Good luck
and thanks for entering
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Absolutly brillinat expression of an inner voice reflecting on our humanity and the limitations that go with it. I enjoyed the intensity through details taking so much importance through your voice. Excellent write.
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STUNNING
"I touched the fragile thighs of a fern
and it crumbled in my hand,
I touched my wife's breast
and it wept from the nipple.
I touched the fruit on the tree of knowledge
and found it overripe,
I touched the moon, the sun, the stars
and discovered unseen possibilities of light.
I touched my daughter's hand
and felt an almost imperceptable tremble,
I touched my own hand
and felt the same."
The whole of it is great, but the quoted passage just sings, to me, of enlightenment, of awareness.
I dream such dreams also, from the sweaty and tangled sheets of night and sheaves of masterful poetry such as this.
"Jack" would love the Zenness of it...
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Marc, you are really good. I mean that. I read your poetry and know that I am reading a true voice.
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Wow, Marc, this is wonderful and vivid. I noticed that you, too, wrote a poem this week with "stigmata" in it (it must be the season...). I loved the positive end to this, the hope for a peaceful eternity. I have been away from your poetry for too long, and I intend to get back with the program (so to speak)--loved this, my friend
Saffron
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Sadly for the world of poets, you will, as we all will..
what a horrific, but sadly beautiful dream..
I'm glad mine don't gravitate toward me with this deeper sense of world purpose, though. I'd never lay down again. Then again, if it produced this kind of work, well
maybe I'd rethink that stance.
This is truly remarkable in it's depth; your depth.
Astounding.
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Absolutely amazing piece. I must agree with what you say.
Oh . . .
I want to see the smile of the Universe,
I want to hear the stillness
of Eternity . . .
I want to know that I am finally
HOME.
These words seemed to be the most touching for me. Thanks for sharing . -
A very strange remenants of dream you had. A flowy descript piece of literature that had me thinking of my own dreams to which had merged with other dreams to emerge a mish mosh nightmare. It is a stellar piece.
-Keep the ink flowing!
-Dave
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Don't we all Marc, don't we all. I hae a strange thought that home is where the heart is, lol so still looking for that one
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