Listen; in rattling beat of heartbeats’ grip,
Through punctured rustling swell of lips
She come swift.
Then with beaten bronze of hawk-winged ship,
She lifts.
Swept on through lower world of weights,
Shut-eyed in fast, suspended gait;
New power swells.
Brash-hook of beaks speak quiet, fate’s
Struck bell.
Know me through coppered veil of signs,
Lined, steely sacred fruits of vine,
Guardian spirits.
Connect these powdery trails of ancient dying time:
Beyond what wills it.
Still now, in dripping of the feathered moss
Beneath life’s hot-oiled, deceptive gloss,
This heart of chalk
Retrieved; in glowing prints of swirling loss;
My soul of hawks.
Author notes
Great picture, Maa.
This is my poem for it. I hope you like it.
A contest entry
- SACRED VISION 2 - (Picture Prompt ) - 12 entries by maa.
999 points, ended January 19, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I was completely absorbed into this virtual and poetical journey of shamanic soul-retrieval ... I felt a lot of strength and energy conveyed through your verse ...
I also enjoyed the way you made this rhyming poem look like freeverse, liberating it from the frames of syllable-count, meter and other rules ... (although I like that, too
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this further enhanced your message of empowerment and freedom of spirit ...
thank you so much for this inspiring entry,
maa
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Wonderful
Very well done. Not familiar with this particular form. But you have wonderful images and descriptions. Best of luck in the contest.
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