My road is river,
disguised as dirt,
flooding word to rippled rock,
sipping earthen wands
through strawberry fields,
living inspiration,
lined in ponderosa pine,
lifting peak,
in eyes of sunshine.
Your road is soul,
to sigh in serving,
giving wave in touch,
embracing tremored moments
to aging silence,
where memory is fragile mirror,
as identity wanes
in moonless shadow.
I am surrounded
in beauty's loneliness,
where epiphany pierces mind
in arrow,
burning flame
to speak the missing, severed element,
craving another's touch.
You are filling empty arms,
in smile
to know another morning,
holding a wrinkled hand's evaporation,
until the metallic moment's,
final knell,
rung in somber tone,
to stroll,
as happy entry into heaven.
We are kindred,
creative souls,
together grasping, what is day,
to carry on
in understanding,
a braver breath
of wind song bonding
those who believe,
without the seeing,
when love is deeper
form of being.
A contest entry
- Paint A Picture - ends later tonight by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended August 19, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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well shared ...
Congrats on gold and you have earned it with this one! joy
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There is so much I want to say and I feel like I don't need to say anything at all.
This really should be a (.) comment...lol
thank you
This is an amazing poem.
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"embracing tremored moments
to aging silence,
where memory is fragile mirror,
as identity wanes
in moonless shadow."
Sighhh...Magnificent, my Friend. Simply gorgeous. Good luck in Tara's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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The picture reminds me of home in Australia and your words just make me dream on a country road and miles of nothing to gaze upon and drink in the beauty. Love, C
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