Curled up
You’re an Arctic Mound
Accumulated
In our Buddha Sandcastle
Urged to dive in
But, alas, I’m a lizard
Melted into our cushion
I gaze at the tiny windows
As the sun slides
Across the sidewalk
And me
House sparrows
Fight over grit-
I fixate on your breath,
Minute twitches,
Little bits of flesh
That melt through
Your snow blanket
Please look at me
So I read-
Marking passages
For when you wake
So I sculpt
Leaves
With spirits within-
The way you like
So I cook
Negamaki
And watch
The juices congeal
Please wake up
Do you stroll
A safe path
Without anxieties?
Where do you linger
With closed eyes,
Shallow breath?
Does our room
Look phony;
Colors dull;
People one-dimensional,
After your slumber-journey
Please wake up
I miss
Your words
As my compass
Music; my paddle
In this aimless floating
Of sentimental selfishness
A contest entry
- QUOTE INSPIRED WRITES! (New quotes up and the points were raised) by AutumnsFlame.
1006 points, ended March 15, 2008, 27 entries
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"What I if could go to sleep for days? would you count the hours, or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me?"-AFI
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hehe yeah i sometimes wish the hypnotists work out a way to let you sleep while working
imagine that sleep, earn cash, and party all night!!... this simple metaphor you've brought out so well fits so many types of things and relationships, for we all need to awaken from something, wether it's broadening a relationship, or enlightenment, anyheys nice write,
w chai and thank u cookies
-jas
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There was a lot of good imagery in this, which is what a freeverse poem needs. There was a nice flow to it too. Thank you for entering my contest.
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serene
If you waist your energy waiting what will you have the stregth to do when the
"Arctic Mound
Accumulated
In [your] Buddha Sandcastle"
shakes the snow off and rises from hibernation?
your tone sets the piece, the form keeps it rolling like a silent snowball creeping into a giant snow slide. clear, crystine,(spelling),as expected the work of a seasoned writer...
i can't seem to grasp what you mean by this stanza though:
"So I sculpt
Leaves
With spirits within-
The way you like"
is it something personal or perhaps something a mere diest like myself couldn't understand?
peace or pieces,
will...
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Thanks for reading. The first stanza is supposed to be me watching my boyfriend sleep under a white blanket. I like to call our room a Buddha Sandcastle because of the colors (sand) and because we try to fill our space with things that remind us of compassion (Buddha). We like to learn and practice Buddhist philosophy
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Oh, some great images in this especially the last stanza. I didn't understand the first stanza but I like the mention of a camouflaged lizard. Original!
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