Between dawn, when the sun is an ember,
and daylight, when it's a yellow white grape of fire,
in the place where shadows are soft
unattached to their creators --
this moment when the sun trembles, rusty,
we are caught between breaths.
Most are unaware, they revalidate themselves
everyday.
Everyday
between the time of banked coals:
sweet flame. Before the ahh-h-h-h,
is the sweet hesitation of choice:
when coals are embers and every dream --
a promise.
Life is neither prerogative or privilege --
truly -- it is a choice found in each moment.
If we, as creators, savor each choice,
dig deeply into all the information
brought by each breath, we learn
this moment holds its own forever.
Just grasp the fruit, peel back
the resonate promise of rind.
Ripeness: the ultimate sensuality --
flushes the staleness, despair from the mouth.
We sink into the flesh, let the juices
run sticky down our chins.
Any day!
11:33 AM
June, 16, 2008
The Retina Group
Author notes
I doubt you are still sitting there with writers block. You are too alive for that to be true. Still, if my simple words and plain thoughts help to enliven a few seconds, all to the good.
In a list
A contest entry
- Opus in Orange by Mad Moon.
1000 points, ended June 22, 15 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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Superlative transformation of image into metaphor into poetry into life. The words circle effortlessly around that single moment...in nature as in life. Very well done.
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It was a challenge, one I am not sure I did as well as I would of liked, to capture that moment between the promise of light and the blossom when the object glows orange. Take that moment and show it as the choice between sputtering out or becoming flame. It was tricky not to be to full of punishment to get it to and orange and the sensuality of being totally fecund with life. Glad you enjoyed it. It was a challenge to stay out of my head and in the art of the piece. Thanks.
Tom B.
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Breathtakingly beautiful!! I am left speechless after reading this. So much stunning imagery, and overflowing with such positive emotion. I can't even pic out a favorite stanza, let alone a favorite line... Just beautiful, my friend. Rich use of language, perfect presentation, and stellar use of poetic device. Thank you for the excellent addition, and Good Luck!!
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Thank you. I had to relook at my universe to find this poem. I got caught up in the moment between dream and reality. The point where things glow orange with promise and we choose. Thanks for the HM. Like I said, I hope you are now free to write and have the hole of inspiration filled with joy.
Love,
Tom B.
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WOW;.but WOW, WOW, WOW...takes my breath away how close some minds think in their passage of time waves...
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I wanted to catch how we are given free will but truly rarely choose where it really counts.
Love, Tom B.
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This I found this to be very sexual for me, as I read and recalled those moments before sunrise...One must not ignore the passion, thinking later I should have...for tomorow can be to late. Enjoy the fruits of life while they are in your hands, sweet juicey and ripe....Excellent write my friend......your talent is shine like high noon!...........novy
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We are a result of the choices we make.
You must take hold of the richness of life and dance a hot tango, a french apache and you are right go for all of it. Love Tom B.
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Just before the night kisses the dawn, the moment between, a choice is made, if we chose it are it will pass us by...will we grasp the whole of it, are never see its full intent...sighs...a beautiful piece of poetry my Master Poet niaish for sharing your wonderful mind with me
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The more we wake up to the constand choices before us and participate in consciously making them, the more we create our life. Like everyone else I am always waking to them and discovering how much courage is involved in be responsible for the life you create. Thanks for the applause and your faith in me.
Love, Tom B.
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Sweet oranges, most succulent! And such a metapor for those moments where coals are embers and dreams of promise. What possibilities might we miss if we did not aspire to the good in life and take a bite! Hope, faith, fruition...and sticky chins.
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Never stop believeing that life is a possibilty waiting for the right dreamer. Taste all the joyful ripeness you can and never let sticky fingers be a consequence that would stop you from enjoying the fruit.
Love, Tom B.
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In an instant I would know when the dream faced reality and the wind was at my back pushing me to you. Love, C
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It is one thing to know the instant when a dream becomes true, another to know when you chose to have it be so. This poem speaks to the instant when we go from possibility to probablity, the fulcrum upon which it shifts. We either are aware of the extent to which we have our life be so or we are full of wonder and complaint about the mystery we live in.
Love, Tom B.
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This was really outstanding.
Tomis your words sink deep as i read this, the part that i favor is:
Life is neither prerogative or privilege --
truly -- it is a choice found in each moment.
If we, as creators, savor each choice,
dig deeply into all the information
brought by each breath, we learn
this moment holds its own forever.
moments can be everything even the smallest ones and i agree we should savor each one, not take anything for granted. Life is too short!
Again well worded,
love,
~Lisa~
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I wrote this to catch the instaneous space between where the possibility is and when it becomes fact. The space that if negative the dream dies, hope lost. We choose all the time often with out realizing or being aware of how much of our life is created not out of choice and understanding but out of our attitude, denial and ignorance. Life is exactly the right length if you use it to discover all that you are. Otherwise the last minute passes before we realize that any thing needed doing.
Love, Tom B.
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'dig deeply into all the information
brought by each breath, we learn
this moment holds its own forever'
Dig deeply into the soul! For sensous acts can be found in God's fruit of passion as well...Yum! Wonderfull poem to Opus in Orange! ~Sie
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There is a point between the unreal and the real, when we choose to have it be so. We create ourselves out of these instantaneous decision oft' with no realization of them having been made. So, yes, dig deeply into the soul and wake up to all that you be.
Love, Tom B.
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Sir Tomis, I see that you are at it again!
Creating yet another magical masterpiece seems to be an area in which you excell!!!!
One fave that I must point out that really left me warm and fuzzy!
"Everyday
between the time of banked coals:
sweet flame.
Before the ahh-h-h-h
is the sweet hesitation of choice:
when coals are embers and every dream --
a promise."
Beautiful~ smiles
many blessings
~A~
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We set ourselves free when we see the power of our choice for the dream becomes real when we choose to make it so.
Love, Tom B.
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Not every moment is as concrete as the sunrise or sunset but every moment posesses the ability to be magic if we only stopped once in a while to notice them... This is really awesome Master Tom!!!
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Thanks Cia. I was seeking to catch how in a moment we decide to carry on past the dream and become the reality. How when we are see we decide to grow to rose. It is instantaneous this decision to be and yet it is one that when unmade becomes and end. Glad you enjoyed this.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh this is really evocative and gently sensual. That ripe moment.... where all is possible to be sensed as sweet. Bravo!!!!
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Thanks. I am trying to catch the between beginning and end in what feels to often instantaneous, that mid point where all is decided.
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