Earth will remember a time when its heart
bore the fresh imprint of all it could be,
colours and textures, moment for moment
footprints embedded, leaving a key.
Memories born in a room full of shadows
textured in fragrance of present and past,
thoughts swiftly swirling, a rich swollen creek
relentless and gushing, never held fast.
Fast flowing dreams reflected on paper
ageing, crumbling, swept on a breeze,
flooding the planet as cold pounding rain
dried by the sun to a dusty reprise.
Words of a language inscribed on the world
shaped in our history carved out of time,
bullet holes left when wars are forgotten
leaving the message that time will refine
And all that is left are words in the dust
shaping the earth as it clings to the sky,
the silent potential of future and past
defined in the moment, beheld in the eye.
A contest entry
- Dust by Cannonsfire.
650 points, ended March 28, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Beautiful write best to you in the contest
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The entire first stanza just exemplifies all that the world could be, potential disaster is the dust gathering on the horizon caused by the hand of man. Love, C
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I love the first Stanza and as a whole it is beautifully written.....the best of luck in the contest
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