Rushing racing around this space
Whirling circular motions
Lingering on the edge of time
Touching its pulse
Compact and warm
Serene and safe
Visions arise of
Fresh dimensions
New reality
Light spreads out
To boundless space
From whence I came
And within
Silver chord binds me
To the One
Who thought me here
My creator
We are one
Infinitely
Yet strange isolation
Forging new bonds
One propels me
Onward
Sensitively
Letting out the chord
Unaware of ought but One
Yet sensing another
Signals beaming
Through thickness
Euphoric sensations
From this other
Rising rising
Into creation
Through Words
Centred now
In the art of One
Author notes
I begin with only being aware of God and the vast space of the Universe then as I grow in the womb I eventually become aware of the other one, my mother.
The art of One is God's creating power.
A contest entry
- Woomb Service by BluesMan.
2800 points, ended April 29, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like this. That's all I got to say about that...
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I wasn't expecting any one to go back before the womb! I love your spiritual take on this prompt and the retethering of the silver chord for this next incarnation! I love where you took this. Thank you so much for entering my contest.
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Oh wow, I can now understand this after reading author notes.
I really get the sense of falling in this piece, I think that the short lines really make it feel intense and it's like the dream you get when you're falling and all of a sudden land.
This is definitely contrasting to the one other poem I've read about child in the womb (Woman To Child by Judith Wright) but it works just as great!
Best of luck in the contest
You'll do brill' as always!
♥ Me.
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