You are the thunder, forcible.
Unable to ignore your presence,
which overtakes my aura,
I step aside to watch you.
Your rich shades saturate my own dullness
and I feel your energy seeping in,
leaching the lethargy from my essence.
You are both rough in your matrix
and soft in your ocean, but always
beautiful and born at liberty.
Continue along your path and do not let me stop you,
for perhaps there are greater destinies along your journey.
A contest entry
- A Gathering by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended November 21, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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Oh, I loved this stanza:
"You are both rough in your matrix
and soft in your ocean, but always
beautiful and born at liberty."
and ocean/hroses/feelings.....simply nicely done, ty.
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