Rich textures slide through my translucent self,
They cast a shade of love upon the dusty shelves,
And in the church I am divine,
For none hath ever seen a prettier shine,
When in moonlight I glow fair,
And when in sunlight my colors flare,
Like a raging furnace of hue,
I tear through the clear view,
I inspire the imagination,
I force a tear to the occasion,
There is not another window so bold,
As the one inside my metal mold,
If I were to be any window at all,
I'd be the best, I'd have no flaw,
I'd be a stained glass window.
~Amy Howard
A contest entry
- Instead of a Human... by Rianna Bear.
600 points, ended April 17, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Coooool, This is a nice perspective, from the window itself, very original, I just saw a house yesterday with about 20 Stained Glass windows in it, how coincidental.
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bravo
A fine poem and a most origianl theme! I loved this stanza:
I inspire the imagination,
I force a tear to the occasion,
There is not another window so bold,
As the one inside my metal mold,
bravo... bravo... bravo..
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as lovely as this piece is, i do wonder to myself what made you turn your head to the humans and to a stained glass window. they "why" part of this piece. anyway, your rhyme was flowing throughout and read very eloquently! beautiful piece and unique object! thanks so much for sharing and for your entry!
*Rianna
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everybody loves a stained glass window- including me. there are a couple of spots I would edit, i will send you my ideas via message...enjoyed this, good luck in the contest...peace
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