It is there on tip of tongue,
an image almost in focus,
a sound I almost hear
but what?
A word, words, that are not mine
trips through teeth, a soft whisper,
come from a place I can not know
but feel.
A shadow in a garden,
flesh-colored roses
turning to notice,
like sweet faces of children
who see.
A tune hummed all day
that you have never heard
but vibrates deep in your bones;
an almost hymn.
Is it Muse, Love, God,
or simply connection
to my Holy Self:
I am hoping.
Author notes
Prompt: Have you ever felt like there was something missing, but you just aren't sure what it is?
In a list
A contest entry
- There's Something Missing by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended January 11, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Now you really got me with this. Every line seemed to hit the nail on the head for me. Thanks for entering.
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Thank you so much for the silver trophy. I do love this one, myself.
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My favorite part was:
trips through teeth, a soft whisper,
come from a place I can not know
but feel.
You did a good job writing for this contest. It looks like its just what she asked for. Good luck! -
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I ofetne write about my Muse...whatever it is, I am grateful for it.
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sweet poem deep as.
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