Sandalwood and lotus
climb the lattice
scent centuries
burning on the altar
yet not consumed
transmogrified --
substance into smoke
word into flesh
flesh into light
recombinant
and returned again.
A contest entry
- Altar by Polaja.
850 points, ended June 3, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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I really like the swaying feel of this poem... almost as if your words were the smoke itself... I like the mystic feel of the poem and the way you describe the prompt
thank you for entering this contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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Thank you for your comments and thanks also for the contest. I wish you well in your writing and in your studies.
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This is beautiful and sexy.
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I like this very much, for me it has the simple perfection of a Brancusi sculpture, where each part is in total harmony with the whole. The rhythm in this poem is entrancing, and the slight use of punctuation leaves the poem open, and lightened. The image presented, of the smoke of incense climbing and drifting down again over an altar, tells the whole story of spiritual life. This is another gem of a poem from you.
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Varoom du beist so scheon? I don't know who Brancusi is, but I will find out. I love hanging out with people who are smarter than me.
Thank yo so much for your touching complement.
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