Childhood was a constant running
through envisioned landscapes
with a love for collections.
Pebbles for colours and perfection
shells for shapes and magic
stones for diversity.
On the beach my sandals
would hold me back
unless I abandoned them
on a spot behind a dune,
to be free to gather sensations
to be stamped on childhood memories.
In search of astonishment
I would discard shapeless visions
banal discussions, just grasp on rarity
swallowing words too strong for me
(like morning black coffee)
out of adult conversations.
Suffering from heart burn
and indigestion still
I would linger
until late evening
to enhance my collection.
By root I learned
lines for declamation
until I made my own, in secret
with a torch under my blanket.
My way through expression
was uneasy nearly blinded me,
with concentration
I scrutinised all my dreams,
to increase the complexity
of my compilations.
Still now I have more pebbles to gather
to complete my collection
as time is running out
should I accept my line's imperfections?
Author notes
I am a "hyperbolic pebble poet"
A contest entry
- Woman In Unfurling Fern -Two Hundredth Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
1900 points, ended April 20, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I'm a dreamwine poet -- who are you? by DancingRed.
300 points, ended September 5, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Loved this piece. The imagery is most vivid, and each line is laced with feeling.
These lines are my favourite --
"swallowing words too strong for me
(like morning black coffee)
out of adult conversations."
Lovely poet, you are. Thanks for entering.
DancingRed.
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This was such a wonderful piece, along the road of life and writing, you've brought one into this world from early on along the path to now and your collection is yet unfinished as you keep on.
Love the Imagery and just was another fine poem you've written, beautiful and special. All the best to you!
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Thank you so much for your kind comment I hope you are all right? I have been a little away from AP but hope to dedicate more time to it again.
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There are a couple of grammatical erros...but you have written a strong piece about where our poetry comes from..I used to read under the covers with a light....I wrote a poem about it called "The Burning Bed" that is in my book coming out about my life.
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I have tried to make some corrections catching up with various task as I have been away for a few days. Another beautiful contest thank you.
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Wonderful! This is truly a trip through life penned so wonderfully. We all make collections throughout our lives and I love the way this theme weaves through your write. As we get older we continue with these collections that form part of life's memories and yes time does run out for us, but the learning along the wayu is priceless.
Well done to you! I love this. All the best in this contest
Gaylene
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