As autumn leaves
started imparting their colors to the windshield
I grabbed your hand
like a baby holding its dearest toy,
personal, unique.
Music in the air, an old song
and I didn’t want this moment to end,
I wished it to last forever.
Collecting,
pieces of my life,
trying to compose an image
to see clearly, to wipe the mists.
Maybe I wasn’t born a poet
but a poet I will die,
I, woman, lost in her thoughts,
who can see a whole universe
with one single star in the sky,
who can hear a symphony
with one single bird in the orchard,
who can taste a kiss
inside the flesh of an orange
and see art
in the turbulence of pouring wine.
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 - Heart Of A Poet by HisFavoriteMistake.
650 points, ended July 14, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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very touching piece..I grabbed your hand
like a baby holding its dearest toy,
personal, unique. i love that line..thnx for the entry -
its good. the end says what is your poets heart, and i wish the start did as well. but well penned
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Your love of life is in every word you write. I enjoyed the read!
Maureen
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There is a kind of metaphor, the whole in a small part (synecdoche), which you describe through wonderful examples in stanza two. Life is pieces, everything is pieces, yet we want perspective on the whole thing and to preserve the best without change. The reference to a baby shows the knowledge that things do not last forever that way. We must preserve our memories as best we can, and I can think of no better way than a poem like this.
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Dear friend, your comment are always so nice and supportive and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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such richness of language and beauty of expression, so many compelling visuals, splendid poetry
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I am a person who like to collect this kind of moments, preserving them for eternity, to breath their own life within my heart. Thank you for the richness of your comment.
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Even though, you do not state in the poem, that this is your 'heart'...it is very clear that 'heart' is what you are talking about...
"I, woman, lost in her thoughts,
who can see a whole universe
with one single star in the sky,
who can hear a symphony
with one single bird in the orchard,"
I really love these lines..this is very beautiful, and a finalist for sure it has wonderful imagery and depth...you strayed a little from the contest theme a bit....but in a good way, I feel you did not take a heart literally, but more 'heart' spiritually...thanks so much for entering my contest..
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oh wow, this is so beautiful! i love your metaphors, and they are so pretty so they add to the wonderful imagery of the poem!
i hope that you win!!!
LXF
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I am already dependent of your comments and great friendly support. Thank you dear echos.
~Sonja~
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A beautiful heartfelt write. Introspective. Good imagery, flow and tone. Lovely depth of feeling. Nice simile. Vivid descriptives. Good word choice, alliteration and assonance. You have a poets heart and your writing shows it. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.
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Your comments dear Shelley are always so nice, supporting my poetical heart, always giving me some more strength for my future work. Thank you.
~Sonja~
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EVER SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!
It is true as we go through life we see and learn and let these experiences affect ourl lives in many ways. Some write novels, others poetry, and still others let theirs come out in song.
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I think you are all of this, my friend... the woman, the lover and the (love) poet and the one who hears and sees the beauty and the art around you (and your lover). Very beautiful...the voice here speaks of love.
~ Nicolette
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After this comment I am out of words. You see my heart the best way. Thank you dear Nicolette.
~Sonja~
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