Mantras caress the spirit,
bringing softness and embrace
to the eyes and ears of the soul;
when memories rise and fall
as yearnings,
they offer tranquillity
and refinement -
weakening the bone
strengthening the heart
and, as gifts of humbleness and love,
they intersect in perfect Nuance.
In a list
A contest entry
- Weekend Contest - Enter Any New Poems by Metaphorist.
600 points, ended April 20, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
Very well done. Such a great creation for the contest. Congrats on the honorable mention.

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I do love the word "nuance". This is so beautiful. Just a soothing flow much like the gentle rise and fall you mention here. Thanks for entering.
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Dear Metaphorist
I enjoyed writing this poem, and now I appreciate your HM
Frans
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What gentleness in spirit ...
and what subtility in phrasings ...
Would that all souls understand!

Myra

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Hnnnnnnn......soul food for the mind,
comforting, caressing.
"Perfect nuance," indeed!
Aesthete

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