blessed is the midnight hand that carves,
the hand that molds its bits of clay,
a painter that brushes against his palette
and there to create his curlicue that crests
and feels like satin on hem of lover’s veil
such stories told in turn and twist of stone,
of wood, of tip of brush and tongue
that ancients draw near to find a feeling
left in cells that capture truths
that love is made to things that once
lay flat or fractured, numb to need
it once remembered as a place to start
Blessed, blessed is the hand
that from heart draws Dearness
and draws the light
on darkness skies
a star, one simple star, blinks, knowingly,
at an artist trying to capture God
in the middle of the night:
a lover, stroking stone as if it were her skin;
a hand that seeks such secret places;
lips to taste the curve as if to draw
a rising passion for what might be
his last and lightly lingered lust
to know the hidden truths
Author notes
Prompt - 1. “One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.”
Jalal ad-Din Rumi quote
In a list
A contest entry
- Jalal ad-Din Rumi~ by Amarige.
650 points, ended June 11, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Fantastic..speechless..this was really excellent entry to my contest..Thank you and best of luck
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ty ruby
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This is simply stunning. The last stanza just got to me. Thank you so much for sharing. Juls
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yw, pen friend .
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