This discomforting cough
of escaping breath
in searching spire to dance,
as pain in Desert's neck,
is etching somewhat shaken soul
of song to quiver
in coded voice of absent sunshine,
left for lost
in Canyon's crayon,
crying wolf,
to speak in ancient colors
of my own bewilderment,
afraid of flying page to promise.
I have banished self
from center to blow,
with Zephyr's myth, as more in less,
to find in circle,
cult to cleave
in nucleus forgiving what was rampage,
as ranting radius
realizing wish to touch the edge,
in overrated storm to calibrate,
like lingering dream of hurricane,
without sweet sleep
to comfort soul from Ego's charade
in stopping flow.
I wait inside the fear of vacuum
imploding color
in fanning atmosphere,
as inspired thought in lack of paper,
holding breath, as if a shortage,
in still life windows
smudged with cloud,
rubbing eyes
to change the weather,
as if I haven't learned a thing,
until I just let go,
in breeze
to swim my Mountain's mind
in raising what was always present,
as blink in eye too tired to argue.
Then, looking east,
in orange breathing peace to peel
is scent to saver love;
I feel her breath
as fingered hair
to blow away the mist of midnight
in magic always sighing light
as Musing's kiss.
A contest entry
- A Wait In The Wind - One Day Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended April 25, 2007, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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gratz on gold.
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"to swim my Mountain's mind
in raising what was always present,
as blink in eye too tired to argue."
mmmm, what an image...
:in orange breathing peace to peel
is scent to saver love;" .. what a sensory impact this has...beatuifully done.
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Then, looking east,
in orange breathing peace to peel
is scent to saver love;
I feel her breath
as fingered hair
to blow away the mist of midnight
in magic always sighing light
as Musing's kiss.
Oh, sigh ~ these are such beautiful lines,
your poetry is always so good!
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"I feel her breath
as fingered hair
to blow away the mist of midnight
in magic always sighing light
as Musing's kiss."
Sighhh...Ahhh, dear Scribe...Just breathe, my Friend...Just...breathe...Beauty~full...Good luck in Carol's contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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