Truth stirring up trouble
like wind moves leaves, trees,
mountains, earth off its axis
how eternally evocative, this breeze
swirling words like stray scents
from a garden planted with old symbols
we gather and trade for their goodness,
for their good will, for their grief
that rains like heaven down
on to an open space, begging, pleading,
scraped at until scabs of raggedy edges
curl up and beg for fire's refinement
ancient, ancient brew of need to make known
this bewildering place we are found
phrases, stanzas,
swept by breath of all wisdom
in bowl of heaven
find their way to be known
through poems
Author notes
Prompt: Poetry is....
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetry Is... by Everwind Rising.
1800 points, ended December 22, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love the raw feel of this piece and the contrast between the ancient and present nature of poetry. Great stuff. Good luck in the contest.
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WOW!
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I really like the way your imagery moves into deep, high, and ancient areas that are commont to us as humans. I really like the imagery in this one.
swirling words like stray scents
from a garden planted with old symbols
It's hard for me to tell if "access" in line 3 is a misspelling of "axis" or if it is meant to be a play on words.
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ty friend pen
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Thank you for the excellent entry.
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