crosslegged, determined,
Ashram stranger,
seeking clarity
forcing thoughts to scurry
lest they cloud perfection
feeling, hoping
something somewhere,
an external force,
will douse the fiery flames
sparked by memories unbidden
with cooling peaceful waters
realizing peace is not the
absence of cognition,
but rather examination
and ultimately
forgiveness of self
A contest entry
- Quickie, 30 minutes, 10 entries, 50 Words. Beat The Clock! by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended September 9, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very well done for this quickie contest and a great job on garnering the silver for it. Good one....Scott
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beautifully written and expressed. great work
Hugs, Bunny
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AGAIN another fine piece of poetry, good luck ..MM
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