It takes surrender of clay to beak of bird that whispers
beyond skyful whistles big and blue about gray mass taking shape
I fold like Mother Nature to Eve’s rib and nape and back
of neck where palm is pressed with feather touch
of Mother’s hand on fevered brow
so faint a push and pull, a caress and wish from birth
that water, sand and quill will write testaments to Truth
where wobble and welt of deed betrays my frailty
but holds together nonetheless by heart-filled guide
I was pressed from pelvis of purity, and, like mud upon a wheel
of my birthing, I am guided by bright eyed-wonder as I take form
Author notes
prompt - painting by maa
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A contest entry
- SACRED VISION - (Picture Prompt ) - 12 entries by maa.
543 points, ended January 14, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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lovely! i have missed reading you...
this was wonderful!
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"I fold like Mother Nature to Eve’s rib and nape and back
of neck where palm is pressed with feather touch
of Mother’s hand on fevered brow"
Breathtaking, Carol. Congratulations, my dear Friend. 
Wanda
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There is the mystery that spins through all of us as energies blend with spirit to create form. The magic finds its way through your words to tug at my soul. The act of creation is an enfolding and a spinning cast in the Light. Delightful.
Love, Tom B.
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this is one of the most creative and powerful responses to the prompt ... a very feminine approach that grounds my rather masculine and conceptual tendency to approach spiritual wisdom ... I can feel the shaman here, the birthgiver and incarnated side of spirituality ... which is one of my greatest lessons to learn ... thank you for inviting me back Home through your verse and gentle guidance ...
maa
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I watch your videos and I am enfolded by such gentle spirit, dear friend. I would lvoe to hear my soulful poetry read in yoru voice...you have such a beatuiful way of sharing spirit.
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Beautiful!
Brava the breath of the painting becomes life-like exhaling in your words you take us through the emotions of love, the spirit mother to nurture us all Brava!!
Wishing you much success in the competition
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ty, pen friend.... When winter has me indooors, I so long to be outside where I can hear the whisper of hope.
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We could al beome so much more if we could resist hardening the spirit of the vessels we live in. Works in progress, we often jump to soon into the kiln.
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man, I have aged and hardened but there is still something chipping away at me
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"I fold, like Mother Nature to Eve’s rib and nape and back
of neck where palm is pressed with feather touch
of Mother’s hand on fevered brow"
For some reason this passage reminds me of both my grandmothers and their wisdom. This section piques the sense of spirit within the entire poem, and allows the reader the freedom to know.
Simply a natural beauty, that's what this poem is my sister!
I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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I do feel that sacred hand on me so often... part of the mriacles of this last year come fromt hat hand, I am sure.
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