And through the clouds and gentle fields
of quiet springs and earth and light, it
sprinkles here upon these shores and
lingers on with her tonight;
For as she seeks the tide, by way of moon,
it nestles upon her breast. She turns,
it trails, beneath her sea, of amber
waves and Turquine dress; These beads
of light which bud from yew, dappled by
the wheat and dew, where her hands
And eyes yet remain. So she cradles
Them as they drift along, forgotten
and wild but remembered by her.
And as the sun dawns from the sky,
blossoms from the stars of night,
So she turns away her mind
From those distant fields of grain. Her eyes
Sated, falter, as she hears afar the
sea. Another day upon these waves and
quiet shores of Sicily.
Author notes
For a friend, in a moment, wandering through the fields of grain as the dawn comes up, as she searches for home.
Just hoping to capture an image.
Enjoy
A contest entry
- In Celebration by islekine.
300 points, ended March 29, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Me love this poem! i like ur style.
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amazing.
at the moment, i'm talking to you on Messenger, telling you how much i love this poem.
i won't repeat myself, but will instead remind you of our conversation with this comment. :]
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This is amazing!
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im proud.
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You honestly NEED to give yourself more credit. I demand you to XD And you better win, or I shall be angry with someone
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You've captured it well.
Thanks for your wonderful entry!
Write on!
*PEACE*
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