Tiny whispers that narrate a sleepwalk hint
at the flux and whirl of a lifetime travel,
while the moon draws out secrets and pulls the tides.
Illuminations and shadows float in manifold, which
creep into each dawn and dusk.
Where sunlight beams rays of truth,
the moonlight acts as drape of intuition
And the balance informs my inner movement, lends strife, bears harmony.
Around me thoughts burrow in the roots of trees, nourish the leaves
speaking through the whispers that are wary
and I am the emotion in the tall grasses becoming waves.
Author notes
For Contest: Life is Beautiful
Suitable for Option 1, 4 or 5.
A contest entry
- Life Is Beautiful. [Eight Options.] by La Tua Cantante.
545 points, ended March 12, 2008, 29 entries
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This is probably going to make me seem like a village idiot or something, but I had to look up a lot of words that you used in this poem for their meaning. I mean yes, they look beautiful, but if I can't understand them, then I really can't enjoy them. My favorite part was:
"while the moon draws out secrets and pulls the tides."
It truly is wonderful whenever you know the meanings of the words though.
Thank you and good luck in my contest.
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Very pretty Ms Nocturne, Nature merging with travel, all seen from the heart of a wondering sole. I'm sure this is a new theme for the lady who has a birthday to project her into the next round of numbers. - Thank you (for the poem) --- I hope you have a great day/time climbing above the leading ones.
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