To hear the echoed voices ringing clear,
in a frenzied howl of dawn approaching,
I pray your voice is with them drawing near,
for once more the echoes leave me hoping.
And once again these voices can be heard,
across the charred and blackened country ground,
and silhouettes in forest shadows stirred,
to weave a quilt of strong unstructured sound.
From the darkest of my moon-cast shadows,
comes forth the woman of my waking dreams,
and out from the dismal midnight shallows
we rise above surrounding tortured screams.
now risen to the highest of the skies,
I lose myself within your crystal eyes.
Author notes
intravenous jesus
A contest entry
- Rhythm, Rhyme, and Form by RatherImaginative.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Sonnets, sonnets, and more sonnets by RatherImaginative.
1925 points, ended September 8, 2007, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely imagery! The poem's tension builds wonderfully and smoothly released at the couplet. It's what finding that one person can do for us, stilling the chaos, bringing light to the darkness. The meter is a bit choppy in a few lines, but your rhyme excellent. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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I'm glad you entered this one in my sonnet contest, because it's a good one.
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