Magical cues
A visit from the dark west wind
Kissing my brow so coldly,
Away from your hot kisses
Flooded with your images, now
What has she done to me?
I’m dented, so my eyes can see
The pictures in my mind
The email that the wind had blown
To love across the sea
Who’s raising my vibrations
Bringing you closer to me
Divine Opportunity
The cold and cunning stainless trap
Surrounds your heart of gold
I touch it and you wince in pain
The trap not sprung I closer come
You watch in dull surprise
I ask you for your eyes
You are about to look at me
For only the first time
The Power of Faith
To snare or trust
You must decide
I cannot tell you what is what
Or pull you from your rut
I am your human sacrifice
To torment vainly
Or caress in joy
It’s up to you alone
I trust you
Wisdom’s Friend
Death draws a body chalkline
Everywhere I go
Each act as if it is my last
I have no future, only past
This present death has brought to me
An understanding silently
We are all on our deathbeds
For our entire lives
I cut the cards
It’s Death’s turn to deal
Another World
My dent reveals another world
Everyone is there and are not
One foot stays here or I’ll be caught
I’ve lost my balance cannot stand
Am held by an eight-fingered hand
It’s partly you
So thank you, too
I feel we all have grown anew
I wait for what to do
Completion
From the eye of the tempest
I lift and extend my hands
Through the winds
To wherever you are
To quiet the winds around you
So we may stand together
In the sunlight
For a moment
Complete
Author notes
This really is who I am.
In a list
A contest entry
- Show me the impossible! by Keith Drew.
1800 points, ended March 20, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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impressive. you actually filled my eyes with tears.
Superb...Love, Lane -
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Thanks for the comment and the obvious emotional connection made. It shows the compassion of your heart.
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impressive. you actually filled my eyes with tears.
Superb...Love, Lane
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Thank you for understanding and pointing out the duality of each individual, and the conflicts arising from this split.
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Interesting description of oneself. A bit disjointed in my eyes, but each to his or her own I guess. I do like the closing though, the best of it all...Jen
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You sound confused. The easiest way from point A to point B is a direct line. This poem is great and profound.
Love,
Amera♥
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Yes. But, sometimes we need to become the person who can go from point A to point B, and need to make a detour to point X first to recieve the needed remakes. It is not something we can plan or reason out, but it is available and wonderful.
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This is, overall, fascinating. It reads to me as a man undecided, unsure how to get where he wants to go. The feel chages throughout, continuously interesting while being almost wholly introspective.
Yes an interesting read and well worth the second or third attempt.
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Very certain of how to get where he is going, just no idea where that is... The easiest way to get lost is to decide where to go.
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Strangelu enough I got lost by deciding I had already arrived...
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This was very powerful, Allan. Very beautifully written and I liked the part of everyone being on their death beds all their lives. It makes me think of how people live their lives and of how life can sometimes feel like a never ending road to nowhere, our jobs, school and everything else. Thanks for sharing this write with all of us and best of luck in the contest.
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Oh my, I believe I am speechless. This is beyond amazing or beautiful, it is the spirit of you.
blessings,
Michelle
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Indeed you enlightened us with whom you are. How wonderfully penned. Thanks for sharing with us I do wish you the best.
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Ah the need of a woman not seen and far away !
Yet love cleaves as the limpet to the sea wall.
How many times I have cleaved yet never touched at all!
You are of this earth and take me nowhere.
Transport me please away from all the emotion, all the what if's humans are unpredictable.And love even morso, wish me I AWAY from this world! Yet you cling me to it!
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Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
- T. S. Elliot, from Burnt Norton
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This was beautiful... even through it's dark parts... if this is who you are, then that is someone who obviously cares about others...
Think this is great!!!
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