my limits stretch to the heavens
to the forests and deep within,
the sky in light and in dark,
the ocean floor,
within the dirt beneath our feet,
to the air around us,
the breeze upon our faces,
the warmth upon our skin,
within the soul of every animal
living and dead
I contain all life on earth
I am the hot and cold,
the change of season occurring within me
from North to South,
East to West
no boundaries contain me
I am older than the hills
and the grasses and wildflowers
upon them
because they are a part of me
as is the bodys of water, that reflect
myself
and I have been here longer than anyone
even though I will die with the earth
I am the outdoors
and I am everywhere
Author notes
I write outside every chance i get
A contest entry
- the room i write in by truembrace.
600 points, ended July 20, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the mystery that manages to wind itself into this, even though the individual things are ordinary - the sea, the winds, and everything. That probably makes no sense, haha. The rhythym flows nicely, well done overall.
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"as is the bodys of water, that reflect myself"
I'll get the one little nit out of the way -- the line above is a bit awkward with the plural tense. If it's "bodies"... it should read "as are the bodies of water". (or you can make it singular as "as is the body of water".
now - other than that one little nit, I think this was a really solid entry into the contest. the concept of the writing outdoors is certainly wonderful and I'm so glad you brought it here to the contest.
thanks so much for entering such a lovely poem...
Kim
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Bear... bear... Big Bear... big bear chase meeeeeeee...!
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Amazing
Oo i love this one! The wording is amazing and i got wicked imagery. No lie.
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