Life's timeless chapters
are reasons of my existence
I am just a pen vibrant extension,
there are always two sides in a story
still I never write with my left hand.
Because of the hours to come,
I keep recording colour sepia memories,
while both innocence and guilt, wear white clothes,
telling about the radiance of truth and evidence of lies.
I sew on paper somebody else life,
with black threads of permanent ink,
no shades no colours to cloud judgement,
every soul will receive a sealed book
complete with direction.
In a dream of revelation,
a scale balances with indecision,
on the right rounded fresh fruits,
on the left rotten garbage,
I keep writing, knowing that
God is love and mercifulness.
A contest entry
- The Scribe - One Day Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended April 18, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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oh my.....what a great write...there a few grammatical errors but the thought behind this poem is strong and soulful.
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