I think we worship at sunrise
with blinking eyes and clearing thoughts,
roll back cloudy feelings of sleep;
a thing resembling a ritual, a genuflect at dawn.
Whereas, sunset brings a sense of gratitude
the carriage of life brought thoughts
through yet another day, rolled across
roads of possibilities and miracles.
As darkness rises, Venus becomes an harbinger
the night songbird of heavens, Moon
the unattainable mistress, a sky borne “ever and always”
an object of fresh desires, rising as breath.
We set faces to night and wishes for dawn
for hope always rises, and place intentions
to bless the ground with shadows, pour
life as libation and laughter to echo until
our sweetest late harvest gold is gone;
our smiling acceptance of the meaning of love
marks a place within distant visions of lingering clouds.
A contest entry
- Tribute to Ron Wiseman, known here as Lyndon. by ecrivain01.
2000 points, ended May 1, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Well done, brother. Your words are ever incredible. Love the content. Good luck. Write on. One.
Dez
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Hello pk, I'm afraid that I am unable to give you any constructive critism for this poem as I don't know the first thing about this form, however, I did think that it flowed well and found your words very touching. Good luck in this contest, although it is my view we will all be winners in Ron's eyes. Val
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Reading this poem leave whispers in the mind, and breath on the heart. I truly enjoyed this. Frans
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Very nice ...
and I am sure Ron would like this. There are a few errors in this, but nothing major and I'm not judging this contest as strictly as I would normally do.
All in all, good job.
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Love, C
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