An ancient child and a looking glass tree,
wondering how the spirits make no sound
while fearing the anger that claims too much space
A patient victim, knowing that tiny angels try to turn me to dust
every midnight, as a shivering finger touches the world,
turned on its side;
While in my eyes, angry mothers stomp on wet earth
and suitors are calling me to dance,
desperate to give light to the darkest parts of the sea,
where something lies, sees me pretending
that jaguars envy my prowess; but graceful only in daydreams,
a soft glowing night-light of a lady
demands the right to kiss you in the garden when it rains,
and cries when gentle women give away their hearts
A periscope searching, dreaming that winds will blow through my sheets,
lifting my head away from soaking tears and sweat, leave me hoping
that the lilies will always forgive
an ancient child,
and a looking glass tree.
A contest entry
- Autobiography by Randomly Beautiful.
1750 points, ended April 24, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wonderful
from beginning to end, this was enthralling. your choice of words is absolutely wonderful. the poem's ending the w/some of the same words it began is not in any way daunting. you accomplished it beautifully and rightly. my favorite lines were the ending ones and the part about pretending the jaguar envies your prowess. really breath taking words in here! a well deserved gold for sure!
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Dreamy
A sweet dreamy piece that had me in the story from the start. It gave me a feeling of love and hope and discomfort. Unsure of the discomfort, but it was there. You wrote a thought provoking piece and my dear it was worthy of a gold. great write. ~mandie~ -
I love the fantastic images, although the 'periscope searching' jars a bit--everything else is a natural item and that one is so mechanical. I absolutely loved "graceful only in daydreams, a soft glowing night-light of a lady..." I also loved "sees me pretending that jaguars envy my prowess--" I have definitely fantasized about being more graceful, and that line says it beautifully. Congrats on the Gold.
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Wow. I always try to say more than "wow" when I visit a poem, but sometimes imagery and metaphor leave me with little to say. Congratulations on the gold.
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