ask me no more, if I’m happy here
eons away from the gentle warm winds
of the desert that bore me beneath the sun
that shines with radiance unreachable now,
my bed meadows of poppies that sang golden notes
for those long nights underneath the vaulted heavens
when the stars were my companions
and the moon the brilliant pillow for my head
I gaze up into a foreign sky
no longer oriented in any direction I can perceive
amid the urbanized upheaval of forgetfulness
that shadows steps I cautiously take
the voices vacant of recognition or tone
that would meld me into one of their own
for I am not
I am a wildflower
that can only be nourished
from the eternal terra
where I was created
Author notes
Ah, this is all true. My last request my family knows, is do not bury me here, far from home. At least let me rest in peace, under the foothills ablaze with poppies in the spring.
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A contest entry
- Ask Me No More - One Day Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended April 21, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - My Faves' Contest - invite only! by sandgoddess.
1200 points, ended July 11, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Captivating piece... Thanks for this entry. I will comment on it later on.
good luck,
rachel -
Oh, how much beauty in your truth, don't blame you for your request, it makes so much sense in reading this, the need for the peace of what is truly your place, home. Congratulations on the Gold, well deserved, this was a wonderful poem.
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Susie
I think this is a winderful poem. I too, have a final request, which with the change in laws may never come true. Since I have always had a love affair with the sea, my wish was to be buried at sea. -
Oh, so very well done...true poetry, true freevese, with all the gifts of poetics it needs to take us to higher planes of understanding..and to touch us with truth.
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