It dances along the edge of the hallway
like that light we reach to at death;
that place we swim to
from the depths of sunken lives,
that flutter of hope between cracks
in overhung clouds when light slides through
creating a eye-stair to draw the head up
to feel the cool breeze against skin
that knows better, a belief in forever.
This darkness is alleviated by a star's reflection
in the eye of a lover, a friend, a master
who are teaching me truths by light of the moon;
the faces, darkened with doubt at my succession
into a warrior of peace when around me
I have dreams dashed by minions
who wish me the worst.
Even touch of warm wax is enough
to make me believe there was once fire
and my skin remembers it long after it was gone,
like fire pit shows signs of use, my heart,
dampened down still has evidence it needs
to know, but for strike of lightning or match,
I have the fuel to flare again.
Look, here is love in the night
and my bones remember it.
Out of some dark ages I have come
to my own enlightenment; my own scorched earth
carries a red ash that will be light enough
for me to make my way.
My torch is carried safe from ill winds.
A candle sitting on the sill was a welcome
to sailors who oared hard for home.
Come, let me be a small beacon
to dwell in the place where I pray
and patiently wait for my bridegroom.
In a list
A contest entry
- Love Poetry by Marissa Ann Scott.
300 points, ended December 2, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Three words for this: Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
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ty so much for your kind comments.
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Carol you make me remember my wild days when rambling was so detailed. You carry your thoughts through like a fine needle to the end of this uplifting poem. I adore you.
michael
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and I adore you back...your wiritngs on love are magnificient.... congratulations.
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Sad but full of hope
This struck me as a really sad poem but also one that was full of hope. There is a longing and pathos about it that really strikes a chord.
It is a beautifully written poem with excellent imagery and metre.
Well done and good luck.
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ty elf, I knwo lvoe by the loss of it...perhaps that is what gives me to courage to hope.
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Exzcellent
damn, you're good. Excellent write. Such imagery. Wish I could write something like this. Good luck in the contest.
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somewhere in my gut, is knowing.... whsat it took for me to know is not one you would wish on anyone else.
and ty for your kind comment.
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