He is root to find in navel,
a cord to cut
in starting journey,
cleaving time
for child to flower,
darker feather
of all light gathered,
so he might have a wish inside him,
as palm of sweaty night
in raven calling Canyon's rim
to roll with covers,
as limbs of longing
and fingers of form
in clever insanity,
craving eruption
with more than just a talking pillow,
but something
that might change the land
and raise his mountain ever higher,
as view to bend the jet stream sailing,
in future weather
too wild to forecast.
I am born to love in every question,
the possibility
of holding answer
as apple found in ancient garden,
to wonder if the taste of heaven
is worth the letdown,
when Tomorrow rises
in eastern blush
of new to navigate
my novice impatience
in search of garden.
A contest entry
- Crow Gathering Crone Wisdom - One day contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended April 20, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh, you take my breath away...I was trying to cut and paste my favorite part, but realized I would have to copy the whole poem..how perfectly written, how it speaks to my soul.
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I BACk packed into the grand canyon for 3 days. one day exploring, I saw a crow on a ledge, talking to himself; varying his voice. He seemed to be listening to his echo.
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gorgeous
so very lovely is this journey in search of garden....You never cease to amaze me with your talent, my dear friend...
Lynda
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"but something
that might change the land
and raise his mountain ever higher,
as view to bend the jet stream sailing,
in future weather
too wild to forecast."
Sighhh...Exquisite, dear Scribe...Carol will love it, my Friend...Such pensive purity, Sweetie...& yes, have & hold onto Hope...One day, the landscape will change to suit your heart's desire...Good luck in the contest...
Wanda
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a wonderful poem and very effective good luck
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ahh, so beautiful. this is damn good.
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