Anchored to the bank
the willow watches and waits
for the chord to snap.
Millions of years flow slowly by,
feed the saplings in the shadows.
Nothing ever changes.
Nothing speeds up the cycle
of ebb and flow, ebb and flow
and the banks merely drink
the motion, even when it rises
to cover trunks designed to survive.
Nothing ever changes.
At first it seemed as if the course
of wisdom would remain unchanged.
Then clanging and banging, music blaring
matched the rhythmic cadence of progress.
Rivets popped and metal screamed,
men thundered victory as rails completed
the bridge, casting a shadow
over the ebb and flow of time.
Something changed.
The willow shuddered in the wake
of the clickety clack, shivery gasps
touched by the roars of speed
mauling its surface, casting debris.
Time sped up.
Clickety clack whoosh!
Clickety clack hoot!
Ever faster, rhythmic blasters
locos, coaches, transportation masters.
Time flew by.
The willow cried in single digits
tried to cover ears not adapted
to progress, not used to the clamour
of noise and life hammering the tracks.
Time ceased in her tears
while the river smiled its knowing.
All this would also pass.
Silence crystallised, suspended in the air
as the last of the beasts passed by.
The willow did not know, but sighed relief
as saplings grew strong again.
Time won and wisdom fed the quiet stream
of consciousness, of age old calm.
Change had left her shaken.
A cuckoo sang its mating song,
the river whispered God,
when once again activity
was heard from up above.
Its tone was thin, there was no din,
just single tones of joy.
This was the bridge, the one to beat,
the place to bring all sins.
It was adrenalin charged.
The willow lifted her veils
and stared with open mouth
as ropes attached to iron
were tested and tested again
while music echoed through space.
There was a sense of fear and wonder,
the scent of life and death.
A scent she came to know
so many years ago.
Only now it was tinged with awe.
Would time protect her young this time?
The river held its breath in tune
to the cuckoo who clucked in dismay.
Small bodies tied to anchors tight,
looked upward, prayed, dived down
screaming exhilaration and joy.
The willow wondered wordlessly.
as the choir of birds and men stilled
and the rope pulled tight
and slow motion sway revealed
love, a flowing smile and the bride
adorning the banks of peace.
A bungee child found God.
Anchored to the bank
the willow watches and waits
for the chord to snap.
Millions of years passed her way,
feeding her young in the shadows.
Her groom, the Creator, brushes against her,
spreads His seed onto the sheen of skin
glistening as it sways in the gentle breeze.
A marriage of no words as a child sees light.
Author notes
Sometimes nature heals and brings God closer.
A contest entry
- Poetic Challenge Group... ONLY!!! by luckynsincere.
600 points, ended April 28, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Tanz, I will only ask one thing, and with what I will ask, I know it will say more than could ever be typed:
Does this mean YOU ARE BACK??????
Mel
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I hope it is a good sign yes. I am ecstatic that you loved this so much. I needed to get back to this place yes ...
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indeed. you are there
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OMG Tanzy ~
As you know, I am not a fan of lengthy or prose'ish writes, but this time.....it worked well in your favor ~
As Pink said.....Stunning!
There are so many areas which I could call out and say....best!.....but each stanza brought new life and new meaning to your write and held me in balance the whole way through ~
Totally in awe.....HOWEVER.......remember one thing, unless we call for Free Verse or Prose.....do not attemtpt it, as you will not get such a rave review from me as this one....no matter how good it is ~
Nonetheless, since this is for free points and hopefully a Trophy, with no restrictions, you may have just walked away with a nice Trophy here :)
I can not speak for your Host, but for me....best read out of all entries ~
Standing Ovation in southern CA!
All of the areas I look for in the PO' contests are right here in front of me.....Power, Impact, Thought, Focus on Theme, Crreativity, Lasting Impression.......all here!
This is sooo touching....I would love to try and get it on my Authors' Page after the contest, if you don't mind :)
My hat is off to you,
....the best to you and your entry, and may God continue to bless You and that quill of yours,
Bear ~
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Bear
Wow, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this comment means to me. I really put a lot of effort into this ... I am trying to get to the level where publication could be a possibility and then decided to play around with a story and a moral. It succeeded, as I never dreamed it would get this kind of a reaction from you.
You may put this on your Author's Page ... it would be an honor for me. Thank you again.
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Wow a stunning piece. The imagery is simply outstanding and you have told a lovely tale with your words. A superbly penned poem, good luck in the contest
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Thank you so much. I am so happy that it received this kind of comment from both people who have commented so far. Blessings and love to you.
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