Framed in repetitive, and rectangular black,
Where chaos and prayer keep all matters straight,
Lies the peach essence of a feminine soul,
As elusive colors battle forth to debate.
There is a likeness of beauty and sadness,
Where hazy golden harmony hangs and hovers,
And in this existence of synchronization;
A spinning breakage, the end uncovers.
So in this companionable, smoky, blue fog,
Where life, like signature neon, flashes,
A rain-tailed fire resolves to lime,
And drifting silk veils the black and blue gashes.
Author notes
In loving memory of Enayaat Abrashi, my grandmother: lost to various cancers at approx. 9:35 pm, June 26, 2007. God rest her soul.
A contest entry
- Que the Senses by Honesty Abounds.
400 points, ended July 5, 2007, 8 entries
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What a warm-hearted and loving tribute to your grandmother.
Your description of her as "the peach essence of a feminine soul" shows me how much you loved and respected her. She has completed her Circle of Life, and now, as part of her legacy, you can make her proud by being the best person you can be. I'm sure she was, and is still, very proud of you. ....JustBreathe
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Oh, this isn't bad! It's really good. I'm sorry about your grandmother.
You must have been very close. Peace be with her. A very nice write, poet. Good work. 
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Great Poem
Full of wonderful images...I had to read this twice to fully be rightly embraced by your words...I think it is a bit wordy..beautiful dedication....Best of luck!
^j^Honesty Abounds
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