Feel the beat of earthen muscle,
rhythm pumping closet drummer's
wilder flowing arteries,
my veins, summer thunder,
as Native dancer
from rocky ridges of mountain wonder,
washing scented grooves of beauty.
My pulse, snow-melt river
lashing crash in season’s jubilation,
not to stop and measure progress,
but bolder, rushing cloud in laughing similes
moving ancient paint to music,
splashing love in paradox,
squeezing drops of brave blue heralds,
craving ground-seed,
sipping wisdom
in greener implications of tethered skin.
I frame in aged innocence,
an ache for kindred cries,
flying fertile skies of choices of open sigh
in symphony,
to harmonize what will is wise,
away from doubt
to find in feather's subtle focus
creek to crash,
falling swish,
my craggy wish, to live forever.
A contest entry
- What is your heart? by tara wilson.
1000 points, ended December 26, 2007, 36 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Technically, this poem is excellent, the line breaks, presentation, everything about it makes it such a pleasure to read.....and for content..what a beautiful 'mountain' heart this is...your imagery and metaphor are wonderful.. I love the 'pulse,' 'arteries' and 'viens' of this poem, the flow, this is so creative, as the run off melts your 'heart' and connects with other creeks, waters and gets larger..it will surely live on, beating in breaths of ocean waves..beautiful and thank you for this entry into my contest...


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Your feathery phrases amazes me, Scribe.
Breathing and seething with feelings...
"my veins, summer thunder,
as Native dancer
from rocky ridges of mountain wonder,
washing scented grooves of beauty."
Embracing Sensations!

~ Nicky♥


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This is beautiful poetry - I can see and read you in this... in nature, in the mountain, in the skies. There is a wonderful rhythm and pulse to this poem and it falls so gently on the senses as the waters you write about. A lovely splash of heart this is, my friend.
~ Nicolette






