In my time induced exile,
I am aware of my heart beat,
my breath shallowly feeding
my life force… but the sands
flow too freely, cascading in
shades of memory, doubt, fear…
In the darkness, glimmers of pure white.
I lay watching, a sense of
anticipation stirring my thoughts.
Like a fan unfolding, I am aware
of the expanding brightness…
streamers of white with stars
captured within the flowing
beauty… Bird like in vision,
it beckons me to take flight
and join in the beauty and
mystery of the darkness.
It is a welcoming, a hint of things
to come…
I release my hold with a final
exhale… slowing, slowing, stop…
and soar to find
the promises seen.
Author notes
What awaits at the end of time? Perhaps such a vision...
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: http://www.wonderfulinfo.com/amazing/wpeacock.htm
20 – 100 words
A contest entry
- white peacock picture prompt #11 quickie by marlene47.
600 points, ended June 21, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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S1 - your setting, a barely breathing inner focus on shifting sand. S2- hope, a stirring in the darkness. S3- unfolding light and mystery expand and beckon. S4/5 - the welcoming release, exhale and soar.
Thank your for your uplifting/escape from exile entry.
Marlene -
Ah, beautiful!! (Amazingly creative take on the prompt). Must we really wait until the end of time for such promises to unfold though, or can we find them here?
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waaw beautiful write
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? The end is just another beginning...
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You have such marvelously creative responses to prompts. This one makes the end seem so inviting. WoW!
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