With special eyes
of surrealism's serendipitous sight
the world is revealed for its hidden textures
where minds with unskilled naked orbs
only see vernal veils,
never undressing the secrets
buried in their emerald canvas.
But in the thoughts of PerfectImperfection,
who combs the mysteries with her piercing pen,
she bares the enigmas of preponderance,
writing splendor's message lying deep within.
Nature calls and her quill dances
foliage and fauna,
forest and sky,
all beneath her senses
reside with majesty and meaning
that only the flame of brilliance
can expose with sanguine stanzas
of abstract gold.
Verse splendor flows to bedeck the earthen canvas
until beauty is beheld in literary awe,
meadows of calm sprawl through the soul,
illumination grows in ignorance's darkness,
light shines from acumen's candle
which guides to path missed in daily race,
as she shares a footsteps taken that others missed
during preoccupations with rustic visions,
their true elegance overlooked and misunderstood
until she exposes the leafy minutiae
for its metaphor clarity.
Author notes
picture courtesy of: http://www.freefoto.com
In a list
A contest entry
- Dedications To Beauty by Cerulean Sunrise.
475 points, ended February 18, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congrats on the Gold. It is well deserved, excellent phrasing and much depth.
until exhale,
Grimoire -
Amazing.
It's beauty. I see she enjoyed it.
Thank you for writting!
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You are amazing! I just loved this! It mean so so much to have you write for me here William! This poem is just so rich in beauty and poise, as so much of what I admire in your pen shares... You have shaded a lovely canvas of understanding and friendship - and seem to have captured much of what I didn't think many could even see. Thank you.
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It was my pleasure to write this. You are very gifted writer and wonderful person. It is always an honor to share with ones so deserving.
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This is certainly a dedication with beauty of one beautiful pen to another.
Nature calls and her quill dances
foliage and fauna,
forest and sky,
all beneath her senses
reside with majesty and meaning
that only the flame of brilliance
can expose with sanguine stanzas
of abstract gold.
This is my favorite part of the poem for it flows with liquid ink's beauty. It is quite quilling.
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very beautiful imagery, lovely poem! thank you for sharing, best to you in the contest~blessings always~ Trisha
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This is realy beautiful. The entire poem flows from line to line with visions of beauty. Well done!
Love,
Amera♥
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