Ceremonial memories brought down from Alaskan ice,
travels cold to cool, and by the time it arrives here,
it is nothing but nightly weep.
An Alberta Clipper, they call it:
I know it as that heart-stunned glacial movement
calving off into colluding clouds of mist
waiting to enfold me in Autumn dew.
I am not stranger to this. It has searched
through mountain, plain, meadow, hills
until it finds me and places tears
for me to find, come morning.
I knew you wept, my Northern nuance
on southern grounds. I am here but not near enough
for you to freeze me solid.
Author notes
springboard from picture offered by contest-holder icture Courtesy ~ Memories by *auralis at deviantart.
A contest entry
- Autumn Dew Memories ~ PIF quickie by Namita.
300 points, ended September 7, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
"I am not stranger to this. It has searched
through mountain, plain, meadow, hills
until it finds me and places tears
for me to find, come morning.
I knew you wept, my Northern nuance
on southern grounds. I am here but not near enough
for you to freeze me solid"
Ahhh! Just so wonderful, poet. This is amazing. Such lovely images. Good luck in the contest. Thanxx for sharing your talent.
Luv,
Candy
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"I am not stranger to this. It has searched
through mountain, plain, meadow, hills
until it finds me and places tears
for me to find, come morning."
I know, you know what I want to say, but can't or won't. This is a brilliant & beautiful piece, my dear Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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"I am not stranger to this. It has searched
through mountain, plain, meadow, hills
until it finds me and places tears
for me to find, come morning."
and you know what to do with them, do you not, Scribe!
Amazing Write! ~ Nicholas
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*crowd sways wildly to unseen rhythms* Good Good Good ... so ever-perfectly Good. I want to write such as this when I grow up
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