Within my tent
I gave feast to nomads,
sharing the refuge
from our journey through barrenness.
Outside the steady fiery winds
silenced the sounds of the horizon
making deaf the haunting stir to find sanctuary
where life was more than filth and bitterness.
Their agile eyes flickered
in the light of my candle
spilling tales to entice the soul,
getting drunk upon the sangria seduction
surrendering to the veil of impulse,
playing charades in intimate mime gestures,
undressing mortality
with strip poker whispers.
Dawn flooded the mirage musings
vagabonds fled to play scavenger games,
leaving behind brochures for plastic wedding cakes,
with vain promises to return.
Sky turned ashen in the residue reality
visions of vultures circling in aerial ballet
chilled the air of my solitude.
Moving my tent to other deserts
seeing the gardens lying beyond my existence
where flowers bloomed from constant vigil
by passionate loving hands,
looking at my own palms,
seeing only callous created from my emptiness
knowing I shall never inhale the fragrance of petals
that somebody would grow just for me.
Author notes
THE TAVERN by Willa Cather
IN the tavern of my heart
Many a one has sat before,
Drunk red wine and sung a stave,
And, departing, come no more.
When the night was cold without,
And the ravens croaked of storm,
They have sat them at my hearth,
Telling me my house was warm.
As the lute and cup went round,
They have rhymed me well in lay;--
When the hunt was on at morn,
Each, departing, went his way.
On the walls, in compliment,
Some would scrawl a verse or two,
Some have hung a willow branch,
Or a wreath of corn-flowers blue.
Ah! my friend, when thou dost go,
Leave no wreath of flowers for me;
Not pale daffodils nor rue,
Violets nor rosemary.
Spill the wine upon the lamps,
Tread the fire, and bar the door;
So despoil the wretched place,
None will come forevermore.
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
Comments
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"visions of vultures circling in aerial ballet
chilled the air of my solitude." wonderful imagery... gave me a chill. Great poem!!
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I have to say..this poem is like stepping into a whole other realm, of your heart.. the imagery is excellent..this is so unique and creative and when I am thinking about my contest, this is for a sure a poem that stands out, I love this one, it is a finalist for sure, thanks so much for entering my contest..
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The imaginings and metaphor you've penned
are passionate pictures that captured
and enraptured my senses...
"Sky turned ashen in the residue reality
visions of vultures circling in aerial ballet
chilled the air of my solitude."
Eloquent Entry, Scribe!
~ Nicky♥
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Thank you for the wonderful comment
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You are a true poet, i have am enjoying your work very much
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Thank you for the wonderful comment
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Your poetry is so beautiful! I always enjoy it. This was no exception! Lovely word choice and vivid imagery! Well done and good luck in the contest!
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Thank you so much for the wonderful comment.
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