Wounded eyes clinging to faith
that the world is not the predator paradise
seen each day in acceptance's asphalt wasteland.
Beneath the stares of curiosity
which minds of indifference
have no time to interpret,
resides an intuitive sphere of insight
waiting for the right heart to reach out
and take it from where it is suppressed.
How often do the orbs of pure imagination
lie dormant
when they only end up fractured
if shared with hateful hands?
Never knowing such are a gift
from heaven's jeweler
meant to bring to this world
a renewed joy
over the mystery
and breath of inventive wind
that is the beauty of creation.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Freestyle Bushido.
450 points, ended October 31, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh w beautifully penned...seems we are eye people, you and I
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Very deep and thought provoking poem very moving Good luck in the contest
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Deep and intense.Good luck in contest
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Oh wow this is sometime special here, I had to read it twice just to get a good grasp on it. This is deep and purely thought provoking. Simply excellent work thank you for entering.
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Thought provoking!! Well done!!
Clear, well written society's needed message penned with aplomb let it chime, ring and echo! Thank you for your insights well written!
Maybe I'm wrong please to check stanza three second word line four Rock on poet!!
Wishing you much success in all of your endeavors~
~Myst~ :
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I am without words at the moment.
Truly, this piece is evidence of "the beauty of creation." I found this piece incredibly moving.
Knight70
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