RESURRECTION
Stunned I stood in front of life
Alone in the pathless wood—
Dragging forward...
The Sun did not filter through the thick foliage
In the forest....
Forward again..
Slipping on the stones
The boulders blocking my way
The caves swallowed me into the darkness
Stumbled on a clod of earth.....
Exhausted, blank, frozen, collapsed
A light from somewhere
First glaring-then revealing
Letters, words and two hands lifting me up...
‘Life is beautiful’-echoed in my ear
‘Listen to the music of the wind’...
The scent of flowers thro’ the nostrils
Beckoned me back to life
Memories flooded in my mind
With flowers and ribbons on plaited hair
Two little hands on scrabble forming words
Then the delight of the child jumping up and down
The joy of simple creation!
Why not me? I thought
Like the sculptor shaping beautiful things
Out of black , sticky clod of earth
A work of art
To absorb and elevate us into another world
I stare at the heap of letters
Pick them up to form words-
Words to form poetry
With some divine power
The lifeblood of my resurrection!
Mysterious! Dumbfounded!
I stare at my own creation!
A contest entry
- reborn by Misty Sea.
470 points, ended May 13, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A nice depiction of the juxtaposition of dark to light. Illumination. I feel like this sometimes when I can't, at first write to a prompt. Then, as I pick up steam, the revelation hits.
Paul
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I love this. I really like the way the thought unfolded before me. It's like I was experiencing the revelation of the truth of this piece. Nothing is revealed to early but the thought rises organically out of the previous stanzas.
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Scrabbling for Height
Sometimes a regular line length can work wonders of versification. Here, for example, I note a 7 syllable line has taken over the poet's mind in the initial rush of words: along those lines I would then go, if only to see what then might flow, and if those damned ellipses might go...
Stunned I stood in front of life
Alone in the pathless wood,
Dragging forward the Sun did
Not filter through thickness of
Foliage in the forest.
Forward again, slipping on
The stones, the boulders blocking
My way the caves swallowed me
Into the darkness stumbled
Exhausted, blank, frozen, on
A clod of earth, collapsed.
Thus I trust you can see
what I mean when I say
form made free by poetry
can add a lot we say.
A poem about poetry. There is some delight in the revelation of the 3rd stanza. Personally I have done two pieces with the metaphor of lego blocks, and coloured lego blocks. But not having entered them at this iste, I shall build my ego up no higher than a mecchano set drives me nuts. As for scrabble....
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Life will always be dual, so as such we will always
be rearranging our creations, whether in the mental, spiritual, physical or emotional realm...
-Eddy
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This is a great write.I think it has great feeling and emotion in this piece.It has a lot of imagery also. I love poems from the heart. Great job.
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I agree, far too many exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice and long though, just how I like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
Thank you for entering my very first contest on allpoetry!
10-20 lines were asked for in this contest- I will give you the opportunity to pare your write down or to remove it yourself.
There are some great lines in it- I am sure you can lose a few of the others.
NB- I am not a fan of exclamation marks in poetry!!
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