a peoples faith

the trembles lessen

as dawn grows close

and sleep is wiped

from hallowed eye

in dress

to measure

status spoken

in flint

to strike

a coal

to glow

with water boiled

in pot hung slant

above blown brick

of fire below

where hand

that puts a quill to page

is air

that fans the billowed flame

in trust

as wing to fellow sky

in lift of feather

as truth upheld

in song to hold a peoples faith

A contest entry

By me, right now

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CarolDesjarlais
April 18, 2007

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I am wondering about the word "fewer" and think perhaps "lessen" might not stop my reading abruptly..I stumbled and this is such a great poem that builds in beauty as it goes line by line to a powerful ending.
- wolfspiritguide
  April 18, 2007
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  thanks, lesson is much better, thanks for catching that.
kaibab
April 17, 2007

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So beautiflu a velvet pen to feather quilling of sound that writes forever's secret...such a write...
poet2angels
April 17, 2007

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beautiful
Quite a lovely poem that all poets can relate to...
The metaphor and language used is excellent..
Beautiful!

Lynda