Silence befalls
in wisteria's whispers
upon moonlight
mist,
where felicity
lies in delitescent
of natures
canvas,
embrace
of God's grace,
~calling me home.
A contest entry
- CONTEST : YOUR LAST POEM OF 2007 by maa.
521 points, ended January 4, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - home of my hearts desire by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended January 1, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your Secret Garden. by Poetryintheblood.
550 points, ended January 8, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for your wonderfully penned entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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This is a lovely meditation, serene and safe.
Congratulations on a sweet poem and its awards.


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I love the end; "calling me home". We are all being called home, and all the while it is within us. I enjoyed your beautiful choice of words, and the sense of nostalgia and longing that your poem provokes within the reader to come home and be home. Lovely!
Congratulations of the trophy! -
what a beautiful last poem of the year... it has such a soft hope to it that i need to read it over again... embrace of God's grace. awwwww.


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truly stunning ... a message of beauty and grace wrapped into words of serenity ... thank you so much for this appeasing and spirit-filled entry ...
wishing you a happy new year - adorned with love and laughter

maa

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Absolutely breathtaking... x
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Under moons watchful gaze, the scent of home flows from shrouded eaves that Heaven arranges in earnest. Wonderful imagery sweetheart, best to you in the contest.




Love,
Mouser

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This is a wonderful piece, very beautiful in your words. The pictures is just as beautiful as well.
I tend to like the endings of poems, but I very much liked the beginning of yours. I could see what you where trying to portray through your words, even without the pictures.
Great job! Good luck!
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