Image Credit: "Cathedrals of the Forest" by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law
Sun rose her vision’s lofty shade
of purple glow in rising fade
to dawn of golden glistened light
where there, my eyes beheld a sight.
So shining in the depth of it
the magic of lights filtering
and glowing with the north and south
where east and west were shimmering;
he stepped into the budding ray
feeling the warmth at break of day
and drank the splendor of the air
that all alone found his heart there.
And tears befell my aging eyes
as they turned upward to bright skies
showing a wise one - wiser things
that learning skills could never bring.
I felt a heart of honeyed dew
envelop fresh as angel hue,
and clearly innocent was he
who ascertained what most won't see.
And I was left in fond respect
my senses reeling from effect
that until now had been so blind
to what should matter to mankind.
Within the eyes of innocence
in bliss alone with no pretense
would I be witness to such light
once only dreamed of in the night
that burned like embers in my heart
where tree and branch were glistening
and flowing in the bright of it
where none but souls were listening.
And as he stepped to bask the rays
of sunlight's filtering displays
rejoice did he in solitude
where gift of light does not exclude.
Sun rose her vision’s lofty shade
of purple glow in rising fade
to dawn of golden glistened light
where there, my eyes beheld a sight.
So shining in the depth of it
the magic of lights filtering
and glowing with the north and south
where east and west were shimmering;
he stepped into the budding ray
feeling the warmth at break of day
and drank the splendor of the air
that all alone found his heart there.
And tears befell my aging eyes
as they turned upward to bright skies
showing a wise one - wiser things
that learning skills could never bring.
I felt a heart of honeyed dew
envelop fresh as angel hue,
and clearly innocent was he
who ascertained what most won't see.
And I was left in fond respect
my senses reeling from effect
that until now had been so blind
to what should matter to mankind.
Within the eyes of innocence
in bliss alone with no pretense
would I be witness to such light
once only dreamed of in the night
that burned like embers in my heart
where tree and branch were glistening
and flowing in the bright of it
where none but souls were listening.
And as he stepped to bask the rays
of sunlight's filtering displays
rejoice did he in solitude
where gift of light does not exclude.
Author notes
Prompt:
Use Stephanie's art & Wordsworth's quote:
"I chanced to see at break of day~~~
The solitary child" by William Wordsworth {1770-1850}
A contest entry
- In Cathedrals of the Forest...A 24hr Theme of Solitude & Grace by Blue Rew.
897 points, ended March 22, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely use of color and light in the first two stanzas (including sun 'rose'!), evoking thoughts of stained glass, which flows beautifully with both prompt and picture.
Delightful "drank the splendor of the air," and "where none but souls were listening."
Thought-stirring "...had been blind to what should matter to mankind." You leave us to ponder that within the quiet peace you have created.
Very nice rhyming and flow. I much appreciated your observation that we can learn a lot, at any age, by observing innocence and what it savors.
Congrats on the silver!


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Mirthryl
Thank you so much for your wonderful and kind words. I appreciate them so much.
~Pamela
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Oh now that si a sight to see and I am simply intoxicated by the gentle and sweet mist this piece spread in my mind. Oh, the delight in reading this one. I salute you on this excellent piece of poetry.
"I felt a heart of honeyed dew
envelop fresh as angel hue,"
is the most amazing line ever and great rhyming!

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DayDreamMuse
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words so much. I do love rhyme. One of my favorite things.
I am so pleased this touched you. Thank you and be well my friend.
~Pamela
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Very clever piece....
Brilliantly written, taking the reader on not just one journey, but two. That of the viewer and of the veiwee, an interesting take, that to be honest, had a certain haunting aspect towards it.
To me, it was as if you had woke, read a write towards the given prompt, and seen new lessons had been learned and finally shown as the wisdom was understood, and then wrote as the teacher reviewing the work.
Simply brilliant.

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Silent Cougar
Thank you so much for your kind words on this piece. I am so pleased you enjoyed it. ~Pamela
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This is a lyrical verse with an intriguing pattern
of end-rhyme to enhance its bright flow.
The visions painted within are soft and magical,
matching the image well. And then too, the message
it weaves in carries the quote and expounds on it.
"And tears befell my aging eyes
as they turned upward to bright skies
showing a wise one - wiser things"
causes these words to become more than a pretty
portrait responding to a prompt...they cause a
heart to respond to a deeper perspective on life.
Blue
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Blue
Thank you so much for the wonderful comment and honor of silver in your contest. I am just thrilled. Thank you.
~Pamela
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Terrific Pam
Rhyme and real style!
An interesting story and very well done. Held my interest and real music to the ears/brain.
Jim

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Jim
Thank you so much for your kind and most wonderful words on this piece. You know, it was uncanny but Blue and I ran this same contest theme posting within seconds of each other after we both had been reading Wordsworth that same morning.
I am so pleased for your comment here.
~Pamela
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this is excellent...great rhyme that beats a smooth flow bursting imagery with brilliance...bravo!


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aliceramone
Thank you so much my friend. I always appreciate your kind and supportive comments on my work. Thank you again. ~Pamela
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Outstanding
Thank you for blessing with your talent!
I feel proud to call you friend!

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Richard
Thank you so much.
I am so pleased you enjoyed this one. ~Pamela
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charm and beauty in these lines, rich end-rhyme adds flow and a lyrical lightness; very well done to the theme and artwork - a forest morning played in many scenes shown so well in imagery... excellent...PK


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PK
Thank you. Your words are always so supportive and I appreciate them so much. Thank you.
~Pamela
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