Crack the shade that holds in the darkness...
Swing them open and take a peek through my window.
Behind these shades and through my window lies a pulse.
One that beats progressively more in times of contentment,
But moves as a trapped thing when love threatens to bind it.
Through the window, cries a past too surreal for complex words,
And confidential psychoanalysis.
Hidden somewhere in the corner adjacent that window, are fears that yearn to be confronted, but coward like a child in the dark,
Being touched by familiar hands, and hurried breaths.
In the closest opposite that window dwells secrets too shameful to be
Place like a potted plant on that sill. No...these secrets of shame shall
Forever lurk there and nowhere else
But there is light pouring through this window, and its source is this soul.
A soul tried and refined in the fire and became a precious treasure to others.
This soul is the center piece of this table with its fine linens and memories of a youthful past.
See the soul...
For in doing so, the pulse will quicken in joy...
The past will be a healing scar...
And the secrets will be nothing but a forgotten tale in the night, just before slumber.
A contest entry
- Portals to the soul by AngelEyes13.
300 points, ended March 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Go for the Gold by wingsofgold25.
600 points, ended March 18, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatcha think?
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an excellent worded piece
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Very nice!
A wonderful piece, descriptive with a wonderful sense of mind. I really enjoyed this piece and it is one to be proud of!
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I appreciat you words and I'm so gratful that you took the time to read words of my own.
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Wow! I absolutly love this poem. I love the soul described as a room, I didn't actually think anyone would make the connection between portals and windows but I'm glad you did. It's very different and very unique and I'm soo glad you entered my contest!
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WOW! The room that is our soul...fantastic poem! Your description of the corners between which we lay buried and restrained, the demons that haunt from those corners, demons that will never go away, because, well, maybe they are meant to stay, exist and dwell in our depths, and yet, the light of the soul, a light which is purer and warmer than any fire through which we may have passed in our initiation. A glorious composition, overflowing with metaphors of a different level. Yours are not obvious, expired by the eternal poetic comparison. Yours are brilliant, original, raw, unaltered and purely mental and spiritual at the same time. Great work, an insight on the mind and the soul. I wish you great luck in the contest, this is a definite gem!
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Wowo thank you for this. How much was I encouraged just now? more than alot. I figured that this was one of the easiest pieces for me to write considering that I was to pen who I was behind the exterior. And well...For What I Am was born. I am so honored that you enjoyed this piece to the pointthat you left me a mouth full of compliements. Each on warmed my heart and made me feel as is hope wasn't lost for my poetry. Thank you once again and I appreciate your words.
~Desir...
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Gee's Girl wow, deep words, captivating imagery.
Such a tale with dark & light.
So well written darl , loved it.
Good luck in the contest you have it in
Cin
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