Somewhere, in a garden,
seated 'neath the trees.
Watch the flowers flutter,
floating on the breeze.
Waves upon the ocean,
sand upon the shore.
All in constant motion.
Change, and nothing more.
Heat that melts the winter,
cold that chills the bone.
What will last forever?
Nothing, even stone.
Watch the flowers dancing,
playing with the breeze.
Somewhere, in a garden,
seated 'neath the trees.
Author notes
Mantra:
Pronounced man-tra or mahn-tra.
May be rhymed with pedantra.
A sound, word or phrase
repeated by a person
as an aid in directed meditation.
May result in a change of attitude
or a modified perception of reality.
Or may not. Poetry is mantra.
A contest entry
- Celebrating the klassiest of lassies by tomisb.
2250 points, ended June 25, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - This too shall pass by findingurself.less.
801 points, ended October 19, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice, I like it!
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A beautiful mantra!
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This has the air of a fairytale, timeless and enchanted. A lovely mantra that turns back on itself. It is summer here now, and I meditate in the garden. This will suit me in the winter.
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Namaste
a fine mantra indeedu
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Ah, a beauty! I love the garden of rhyming lines.
May I please post this onto the poetry blog I run for a newspaper in California? It's called Poetry Planet... and of course your name and copyright would be on the poem. We get hundreds of hits a day. 
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Another well done piece. I see you also like to experiment. Nice. Love the picture painted. Write on, brother. One.
Dez
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A time tested story of the contemplation and peace of the garden. Such beauty in the word pictures you drew.
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Lovely imagery. Conveys a sense of peaceful inhalation of beauty in that drowsy state where bee buzz becomes Morpheus.
Nice rejoining of circle with repetition of inverted and pleasantly altered first stanza.
I really enjoyed your use of trochee for this piece. This meter often leaves me mentally waiting for "the other shoe to drop," perfect for anticipating the next incoming wave.
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Oooooo, this is so very wonderful, short and to the point, has a message, rhymes, and what rhythm; the poem comes full circle in itself. In fact I haven't seen this good of poem her at AP for quite a while, which makes me even more appreciative of your work. Great job.
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I'm grateful for gardens, even mental ones, as I am weary of cold that chills the bone, so soft breezes ( and just being)for the moment really appeal to me. Yet how stale things would become without growth an change! Thank you for adding these well-written soft pearls of wisdom to my collection. ~Karen
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Karen is so aware of how life changes and shifts. Your piece catches nicely the kinetic quality of time and life. Thanks.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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