Transcending

Above and apart from

mind’s contoured realm,

laying somewhere between

tender hope and dreams

are my tenured memories

well buffered by

prickly patches of pain

and it is the rare occasion

when I lead a soul through

with trusted resolve,

to my obscure place of refuge

where friends are welcomed.

A contest entry

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By me, right now

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tara wilson
March 3, 2008

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yes, ...love is a little harder to let in again....it hurts just that much more...a great poem...thanks so much for your entry..
Margaret Denham
March 1, 2008

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When hopes and dreams are lost the outstretched hand of a friend can be the lifeline that is needed...you extend your hand to so many.
kiwigirljacks
March 1, 2008

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I feel you!! Very much how I am also... felt this strongly my friend!! What a blessing it is to be lead through to the place of becoming your friend also!

You amaze me once more with your skillful words!
x-Black-Butterfly-x
March 1, 2008

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this is an extremly creative piece of word. the imagery and metaphors effective and powerfully. they add so much to your words. well done
Cynthia Gaines
March 1, 2008

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Outstanding!
Very creative, innovative stretch of imagery and metaphor:
"tenured memories well buffered by prickly patches of pain"
I see this subject as having come to terms with a painful reality. Great job!! Best of luck in this contest - you have a winning poem here!!! Peace, Cyn
fortyninereasons
March 1, 2008
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Trust is such a large part of friendship. Nicely done. J