Taken washed:
from moved amongst the limit's
scattered exhausted noise,
to all aims spliced to lasting rope's
held meaning in remembrance.
No act to give in silence, yet-
for that which must be done;
but surrender of the actor,
so to be simply acted upon.
Raised in movement's being moved
turned in the returning,
now present here in veils dropped
where only the simultaneous,
all ever is no end
in such the swoon within, tears of joy
not possessing any love
but all gathered possessed by.
In a list
A contest entry
- true love... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 27, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Welcome any sincere response and critique
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Well when you describe it..it describe you and when you describe both it describe nothing..that is what the love is..and yes you did it so wonderfully....
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Thank you for the big, big smile on my face.
Sol
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Now that I understand this piece more..It is really very powerful and so spiritual..
Prophet Muhammad (sala Allahou Alaihi wa salam)said “God is pure and loveth purity and cleanliness.”
Lovely entry to the contest. Best of luck
Ruby
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all ever is no end
in such swoon within, tears of joy
not possessing any love
but all gathered possessed by.
Love this!
And your description, scattered exhausted noise, excellent!
Cleansing, inspirational, wonderful reminder.
Good luck in the contest.
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"...spliced to lasting rope's held meaning...surrender of the actor, so to be simply acted upon...all ever is no end, in such swoon within..."...To be a word placed by your poet's pen must be pure joy...to see how, once placed on the page, all weave together to form such songs of beauty...Wonderful write, my friend...best of luck in this contest. Peace, Rhonda
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so, you are trying to make me cry again>>?? huh.. damn you man!!
swooning here yes ..and you're definitely a man possessed by it all. all you need to do now, is have a good sob yourself
yes
Gilly.x
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