Hard to believe that anyone has walked on water,
Just like a faintly whispering dream,
Where reality cannot be sustained, merely guessed,
The water cannot support you upright,
It just makes you float unless you’ve never learned how to swim.
The babble of moon-stained waters
Licking at the shore like desirous tongues
Upon heated crescents that await a kiss
Not unlike the softness of the brush of a moth’s wing
On its journey to touch the topaz sigil of a star
-- An artwork charcoaled yet not colored
That the moth’s wing be stenciled and not dyed
Would a butterfly play around the petals?
If not imbued with vibrant colors?
And like a moth, I have beauty drawn on me
But the artist refused to color within’ the lines
Becoming a child’s artwork that’s forgotten
Yet dangles like an unanswered prayer
Upon the creased plastic of the refrigerator
Pinned ‘neath fluorescent magnets.
Gravity cradles the sapphire moon
A shining beacon – a faithful guide
As the ships have all sailed into the sea
All encompassing are the waves
Like tangled branches in passionate storms
And we are made to tousle in the waves
To ride through their pearl-capped crests.
The sea spills up and over the shore
Splashing and soaking your deathbed
The ships caught in a woven mess of blue satin sheets.
And like a dying animal, you cry a great sound
But you’re gone.. or…No one was really there.
A contest entry
- Hit me with your best shot by De-Throned.
450 points, ended February 20, 2008, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great write. Such emotion and thought put into this. My favorite part was:
And like a dying animal, you cry a great sound
But you’re gone.. or…No one was really there.
Good luck in the contest
De-Throne -
I agree..I was wondered if that story...The man who
walks on water was meant to be a metaphor of faith..
as the scripture book is filled with metaphors.
Clever and abstract, a little wandering here and there,
but it fit the poem's abstract nature.
Do you ever get lost in poetic beauty, art, music?
remember wise to swim in one ocean at a time!
hmmm...lovely imageries..the pearl-capped crests,
a shining beacon-a faithful guide, the moths's wing,
especially the moth's wing..that could be a poem in
of itself...a very deep spiritual one too!
I bethca everyone reads this poem 2 or 3 times just
to chew and savour it, the more i read it the more
I enjoyed it!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen/Seattle.
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What happened on this one is I originally had an idea to write an extremely cryptic poem about sex.. The deathbed being a reference to an orgasm (in french "la petit morte" - "the little death") and in the middle I came up with the thought of the Moth which completely consumed the write. It should stand as a poem itself, but conceived as a poem within a poem and I don't like to tamper too much once the words are written.
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