My spirit burns on into infinity,
Forever hotter, hotter & hotter.
It cannot cease, so on it burns
Consuming all in its wake,
Devouring that which gives it power
It knows no restraint; no bars
My spirit desires its release,
Be allowed to fly-away and retreat.
Needs time to heal & mend;
Admit some love and be swaddled,
Receive the care that sets it free.
It knows no peace ~no happiness
My spirit crumbles within love's ruins,
Steadily growing smaller & smaller.
Its implosion, a thing most feared!
Affecting all whom it begirds,
Destroying lives which would heal,
It knows no direction, has no compass.
My spirit dies another death.
Can it live again, resurrect itself?
Few life energies left to revive,
It needs another force to reawaken,
Give it a galactic metaphysical push.
Has no knowledge. Can it survive to live anew?
In a list
A contest entry
- show me again by slipperssun.
800 points, ended October 26, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I feel sadness when I read this poem. I takes me back to a place I used to be long ago, brings the memories back to the surface like it was yesterday! A deeply moving poem!
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Dark and very spiritual, I like the way you have presented this. I like your images and the overall flow of your write. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
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Such a feeling of searching within this poem, of loss and a desire to be made whole once again, yet perhaps afraid of the process. The rhythm is pleasant, though personally, I've never been fond of the use of ampersands within poetry. This is a nice read, however, one in which I found much to which I can relate.
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i love the postive up lifting message you spread with this work. I think it a stunning write. That sometime it take time to heal our hurts. It not about giving up it about going on no matter the odds. Great work.
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Spirit's ghost..
An interesting concept, worth a meditation or two..
In a 'galactic' sense, your spirit lives on, it is life that crumbles and vanishes.. And recurrs..
Which doesnt mean giving up is a good idea..
Strength, my dear..
Love n Hugz n All that Jazz xx Ev
btw: a brilliant write..
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Apparently not
First stanza suffers a holocaust
Second stanza bemoans all that is lost
Third stanza sweeps up what you love most
Fourth stanza seeks help from the Holy Ghost
As long as one breathes there`s always the chance
From God up above, a little romance.
*Oh Holy Spirit, beloved of my soul,I adore You
Tell me what I should do, give me your orders.
I promise to accept All that You permit
To happen to me; let me only know Your will.
* Above is a prayer for humility.
I am sure without Him, I would not be.
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i hope that things improve and that eventually you find happiness... great piece and very thought provoking.. thank you for the entry into my contest
cheers
jen
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