Clouds roll away and blanch
over words that must be written
sometimes with sword edge
when injury rewrites itself
because mouth was mute
I have spent many hours
Oh, God, Oh my God,
trying to find right phrases
that would please you all more
Dear Readers
There is part of my sky
that belongs in yours,
a dark thundercloud
over that far horizon, perhaps,
and I am sorry for this rain
but I have plotted skies
looking for a safe place to burst
when sunset was poured down my throat
Author notes
Just a rest, a rest before my culture and my words rise full-faced bloom again.
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A contest entry
- Pic Inspired-Quickie by Heavenly Angel.
450 points, ended December 14, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful
Wow so powerful and creative. Such an incredible write. Best of luck in the contest.
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We must dance in the blood of who we are. In the light of the spirit and the awareness of how human beings are too oft' spoiled brats misusing the firmament of their being and vandalizing the context of their lives, we wake up in thunder clouds and find lightning in our hands. Very good poem.
Love, Tom B.
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This is one of my favorite poems in these last flurry of poems. ty, tomisb for your faithfulness to comment on my poems.
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Very good
You have a solid sense of meter and have all the technical knowledge to pull this off seamlessly....but you go beyond technique and pour your heart and soul into your work and the talent shines out for all to see and admire. So very well done!
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Thank you, very much, pen friend. Sometimes a poem grips my heart and squeezes out something very dear to me.
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Nicely done; I love the spiritual feel to this piece
Thank you for sharing this bit of verse with me
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you are wlecome
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