Flowing through the obsidian sky screen
A heavy brew of fresh forget-me-nots,
The attar of freedom – divine and serene
Disturbs the darkest of my happy thoughts.
A smoking acid – it peels my eyes away
For I’m no sun to penetrate its deepness
It breathes the sea in tiny buds of spray
And grants a kiss of glacial sweetness...
In the mirror of waters it searches reflection
Wondering where lies the true image unseen
Who can tell but the almighty perfection?
Who can extract the secret of colour within?
.................................Ultramarine
A contest entry
- Round One of Five by Kei-Aira.
450 points, ended February 5, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was a really fasciniating job you did here and thank you for sharing it. I enjoyed the read. Best wishes my friend. Keep that pen handy dear poet.
♥ Touchof1der -
Aww, such bittersweet desperation! And another rhymer! Amazing wording. The last stanza was so sad (but not quite sad); I liked it a lot.
"It breathes the sea in tiny buds of spray
And grants a kiss of glacial sweetness..."
That was simply beautiful. The whole poem was filled with such intriguing introspection that the reader couldn't help but be drawn in.
Good job, and good luck! -
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Thanks so much for your words. I'm very happy that you liked my scribbling.
Regards,
Jan
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