Bobbing on the surface of the sky is heaven itself
that eye does not discern; a mist, a haze
that disguises itself in ruffled blue sweep of hem,
like dust skirts, of heaven’s beautiful bed
pinned to a Universe by twinkling tacks
only seen at night. If we knew exactly how
we could write words, phrases, stanzas;
all unconnected to any one man’s god,
and hanging, like a great hammock
whose material we do not have scientific codes for.
It is there, above body that lays blue on stiff white sheets
where monitors that once perked, are stunned silent
in escape of another beautiful soul from rooty earth.
Stroking through timelessness, that good spirit turns,
grieves for that broken frame, honors it as a home
never to be returned to; like a solitary soldier off
from a battlefield he knows he will never return to,
and knows blows and bodies that have rubbed him raw
with love and hate, and he is allowed only to take with him,
songs and instances so precious they can only be carried
in the heart. There it is, on a wave to be caught
at its very crest at the height of its draw on rocky shore
to be ridden, swiftly, as if eons in blink of an eye.
There is an otherness in sunny overturned bowl of day
and in dark stir of navy silver-dotted night. It vibrates
in and around, through, above, underneath
as textureless as air sighing against your cheek, if you stop
long enough to notice. There is a hum, a warmth,
an ivory smoothness, where entry and exit
is as noticeable as when God forgets to breathe.
Author notes
I have been there and back.... we have no logical way to make rhyme or reason of it...but it is ther, as far away as our lips.
jpg by ana cruz
A contest entry
- The Clouds by Heart Sutra.
525 points, ended April 27, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
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eloquent, well written and perfect for this contest indeed. I agree with Zayra as far as the quality of the poem being "stunning and warm".
- very well written and as lovely as always.
Kim
(p.s. - the one thing I might have considered for an edit would be to capitalize God in this piece. As you're not generalizing, it will quantify the value of "Him" more if you make that change.)
Best of luck with the judging in the contest
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ty True Embrace.
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It always amazes me how you can see the spiritual and experience the spiritual sense of oneness in all things, all movements....really stunning and warm...full of meaning and comfort.
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ty, Zayra...this oen really came when it came..I love when that happens.
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Some wonderful prose poetry you have penned here - loved the image as well. Unusual ending, gives one much food for thought.
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ty grannyeri.... I should learn from the things I write sometimes.
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God forgetting to breathe...This happens just before he sneezes...I have noticed that in my part of the country....such a wondrous verse if thought to billow my sky in soil socks to wash...
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ty kaibab
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How beautiful! Great imagery and use of words! Very good write!!
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ty Jesuspoet...
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