I sing my song through pastel branches,
mountains baring blush, blending colors
where one is shyer sky to many,
drawing face,
in faces of feather.
There is much to bear in bolder graphics,
man to brush in painted fear,
tears of propaganda,
deciding fortune
away from peace,
and evening skies.
I am here,
within the waves of subtle curl
to stare in wilder will
at heaven’s river,
every dream of earthen cycle,
spun in strands of filtered grandeur,
knowing what is it to mingle,
each life seen in softer silhouette,
of blue in purple swim with green
where black and white wade red and yellow,
curved in sounds of imagined cello,
and each a part, and place to ponder.
Give me wind to measure lung,
when time is night-cloud craving colored chalk,
baring soul
in souls of wonder,
each as race
to rise inside the fading,
holding hands,
sighing miracle.
A contest entry
- Colors Of Peace - 24 hr quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended October 15, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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of course, of course..... another incredible poem from thehand that knows peace...yes...
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"I am here,
within the waves of subtle curl
to stare in wilder will
at heaven’s river"
You are everywhere, like the wind that lifts our hair with a smooth caress. This is a lovely penning, my Friend. Good luck in Carol's contest, Scribe. 
Wanda
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You have shown the reader colors...definately in this poem...beautiful!
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