It will not matter what is written on,
or stored within this cedar box
that will be hidden from sight,
that will grow wormy old
and bore holed,
when this captured thing is dead
and sings no more.
It will not matter that its feathers
lose its fluttering silver
where air parts the shafts
and gives it rise.
Nor, will it make matters worse
if all that is left is faint memory
of a once bright song
that broke heavy air
and was breathed in
like moth to light.
Though its swoop and dive
no longer carves draping blue,
nor lifts pink shroud of morning,
you will know it as night falls
and dawn is stippled with wings.
No, it will not matter, for still
in that black night pinned by strobing lights
and in exact center of sun that blinds you
so you can not see, there I am; a bird
longing to continue to love you
whether you wish it or not.
Author notes
Prompt: Show Me Your Heart
In a list
A contest entry
- What is your heart? by tara wilson.
1000 points, ended December 26, 2007, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"so you can not see, there I am; a bird
longing to continue to love you
whether you wish it or not."
I can only sigh on reading this poem, reading this heart, Carol... beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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ty Nicolette....it is another favorite of mine... I do know hearts that sing such.
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"so you can not see, there I am; a bird
longing to continue to love you
whether you wish it or not."
Very powerful voice, powerful poem and I absolutely love the ending lines..thank you so much for entering my contest..
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ty, pen friend...there are those we love who do not love us back..and that is ok because in the act of love are we holy.
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This powerfully conveys the core of what we are.
The imagery is superb and moving.
The language crafted with feeling and depth.
Excellence drawn in to fill a reader with satisfaction. Blue
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ty Blue. I think when all else turns to dust, there is lvoe left.
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"It will not matter what is written on,
or stored within this cedar box
that will be hidden from sight,
that will grow wormy old
and bore holed,
when this captured thing is dead
and sings no more."
...Sighhh ...Beautiful!
Me Thinks (to someone) It Will Matter.
~ Nicky♥
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I am sure.... when all matters no more...love will.
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fantastic! good luck in the contest
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ty Zayra
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I can only echo these words....with a tear and a smile... beautiful beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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ty Nicolette... I have a lot of faith in lvoe and how it transcends space and time.
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Carol - you inspire me. when you talk the fur stands
on end. when your thought escape into the aether it is like a compression of rocks becoming woozy and drunk in a cool-down of lava - hisssss - liquidized.
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I love your comments, Michael...you make my fur stand on end as well.
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Excellent
What a great creation based upon the original poem. Best of luck in the contest.
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ty, pen friend. I have been amiss on reading everyone's poetry..needed to breath in what I was going through before I breathed in anything extra.
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Ummm girl...where ever do you find the words...you just blow my mind...as though you are the book spilling it's words splitting the seams apart...love the poem by the way...
you can read my heart below yours here iffen ya likes...
Mal
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ty dear heart, and so I shall.
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