It is no ancient accident
that navy turns pale
then blanches in her wait
for angry red and then flash of yellow
acceptance, faith and renewal
I am drug by daily cycles
no matter how hard I hold up the sky
I am my flowers dance at dawn,
my busy bee and crocheting spider sister
by day, and evening bird’s repose
in crook of my home
here is all the heaven that I need
until I am lifted up, like sleeping child,
and moved to rest in other than this bed of garden
I am wont to hack and hoe,
taste and tickle, kiss and kindle,
and draw to me in bunches
as if infants that I have succored well
like you, my love; shattered beyond repair,
deepest gouge in any true and abiding solace,
my desire to have faith in other lifetimes,
where, perhaps, perfection is easier found
I recognize the days, the moments, the flash
of you crawling under these covers with me.
Author notes
painting = Serena Supplee heavy weather
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A contest entry
- Sometimes Goodbyes are Forever by Cannonsfire.
550 points, ended January 18, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful celebration of all that has beeen and will come. Life is it most creative in its artless affections, where we find ourselves echoed in the halls of the living.
Memories call across us and sometimes make today less but when we hold on to the joy around us then the past becomes pale and wan. The new moon still passes overhead but often unnotice when we are busy looking at the stars.
Love, Tom B.
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Your artistry with words is magical here. I recognize the burden of acceptance and feel that gouge in my abiding solace. Very soulful write...
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By far your finest.
"to hack and hoe,
taste and tickle, kiss and kindle,
and draw to me in bunches
as if infants that I have succored well"
Such spiritually and deep rawness in your voice
hon.
Kathleen
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This is a strong metaphorical piece that blends beautifully with the prompt, I thank you for a lovely entry. Love, C
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