it was fifty years ago
when a garden bloomed in Brooklyn
and a nightingale sang
beneath a canopy of condemnation
I reached for you,
despite the assumptions of
different cultures
born on very different streets
a bed wore a veil
containing all my vanity,
oak was strong, it grew tall
even with attitudes of small minds
we met,
branches born on bended knees,
outlasting the prejudice
and the color of cheeks
where some chose blue as their color of sky
we saw a rainbow complete,
on opposite sides
were we wise...
or just the wash, ebb of stronger tides
love is derived in older hands,
holding promises ever still
and free will bloomed
from a garden in Brooklyn
came together
in eternal oak
In a list
A contest entry
- Pay It Forward: Picture Inspired Contest by Night Hope.
1000 points, ended May 17, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Lovely take on the picture prompt. This carries the reader through some wonderful images. Giving love beyond prejudice. To hold promises free to bloom in a garden as eternal oak. What power expressed, clear, consise and moving.
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Thank you so very much for the lovely comment, I find I cannot write unless there is a message of some sorts in each piece lol Love, C
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"were we wise...
or just the wash, ebb of stronger tides"
this line jumped out for me, for it is more than just imagery; It carries and delivers emotional reflection.
besides it just reads so damn well
ken
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Thank you so much Ken, for a wonderful comment. I do like my poems to hold just a tinge of message within the lines and I think you picked the line that does hold it. Love, C
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We count time as the distance between us and in love there is no time at all. The steadiness of oak and the wonder of rainbows:showers of magic and promise of tomorrow in this forever called love. Beautifully done.
Love,
Tom B.
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Yes 'tis true, love has no consequence of time or color. To love see's only a heart and what is within not the exterior.
Love, C
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So wonderfully beautiful...well written in lovely metaphor and strength...a wonderful message for all in your words...you do write from the heart...
Best to you!
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To know other's feel the heart and message in this makes me smile and keep writing. Love, C
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'love is derived in stronger hands'
'in eternal oak'
strong to survive
'over attitudes of small minds'
'prejudice'
'it grew tall'
such a strong and powerful write
a write depicting survival
and firm resolution
forged 'in eternal oak'
'free will bloomed'
and was seeded in that 'garden in Brooklyn'
Brilliant imagery, metaphor, construct and structure. excellently scribed
*rose
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I don't know why the picture created the piece but I feel it works and reading your comments I can see you discovered the hidden message. For that I thank you. Love, C
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This is so beautiful, as always!
"we met,
branches born on bended knees,
outlasting the prejudice
and the color of cheeks"
Such messages sent in this lovely piece...
I love this
Lynda
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Awww And as beautiful a comment as always from you dear friend. Thank you Love, C
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"were we wise...
or just the wash, ebb of stronger tides
love is derived in older hands,
holding promises ever still
and free will bloomed
from a garden in Brooklyn
came together
in eternal oak"
I would say both wise & beautiful, Chez. Thank you for entering such a vividly sentimental & soulfully attuned piece, my Friend. Good luck, Sweetie. Wanda
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Hmm, you may have to pay it forward for this one.
'tis a place to have been and a poem well writ.
Wonderful painting for the pix.
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I like to pay things forward, besides what does one do with points??
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A truly uplifting telling
of dwelling with Love everafter,
which against all odds, won out...
"where some chose blue as their color of sky
we saw a rainbow complete,
on opposite sides
were we wise...
or just the wash, ebb of stronger tides"
You Are Wise, Scribe!
~ Nicky♥
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Thank you Nicky, I have always believed that love does not view anything in black or white. It is the rainbow we see of a person's heart and not the color of their skin. Love, C
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Wonderfully done....pride and prejustice still have their home in our society of today. This was done with such care! Good luck in your contest~Sie
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Very beautiful poem, that speaks of love in such wonderful metaphors. Full of wisdom and wonder, good luck in the contest, dear sis.
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