Dry, arid wasteland
stunted trees soon turn to sand.
Sometimes this is what I am;
useless, tired, ravaged, nothing left... damn.
Waters rise, rejuvenate
one day this land we will cultivate.
This is my mind's fate.
Stired to life, inspired to create.
What was useless sand,
now is fetile land.
A once empty mind,
is now a treasured find.
nature and spirit
linked, one and the same.
One day you'll know it
by some fancy name.
Life reborn
Spirit renewed
everything sworn
to it's own view
A contest entry
- Personal Artwork Series #03 by sheltered.
600 points, ended August 24, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you feel, from this poem or when you are inspired by other things.
Comments
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Nice message and interpretation of the picture. Well done and congrats on the bronze!
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I still appreciate this on second read. Could be tightened but definitly good.
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I like the personal touch of this. It has a lot of feeling....
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Great usage of words, as the beauty comes to life out from the death. The similies of the mind and life are blended in so wonderfully, very well done. Really liked what I read!
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