The grass is green and pure
Basking in the glow of the morning sun
Crystalline spheres resting on their flesh
Losing themselves slowly to the dawn
Oaks of enormous proportions tower over
Old souls resting on this virgin ground
Their bones creaking and moaning in the wind
Stillness
I am rooted in this Earth
Holding my hands out to this land
Eyes closed but I see everything
And everything sees me
My heart mimicking the Earth's vibrations
A steady monotonous hum
Every fiber tingling with electricity
The infinite unveils its reality in my mind
A vast landscape of white innocence
Suddenly I've transcended beyond myself
Purged from my tangible being and elevated
Bliss is no longer a feeling
It is a lifestyle, a way of being
And in an instant it is gone
I'm seeing my world in all its beauty...
A contest entry
- give me your favourites (prewrites allowed). by aeolia.
500 points, ended July 29, 2007, 57 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A spiritual experience by Uncle.
1200 points, ended August 12, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes, I liked this
Nice visuals, and sense of touch. Especially nice were your thoughts and message with this. I enjoyed it: thanks Dave
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Beautifully written! I could definitely relate to it!
However, you might want to include some stanzas and/or punctuation; it was a bit long in a lump.
Great work, though.
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