God's womb was heavy and pulsed with the burden of creation,
The suns shone in their inner darkness as if they knew they were kings,
Universes spiralled stretching and pulling at their inner wall,
Declaring their rightful place in the scheme of things.
The moons soft beams were quiet and content to await it's birth,
The stars, however were beaming and bouncing off one another,
Clam-mering about a great deal in their rush to be.
The Universes simply smiled enigmaticly over the din,
As they watched the rainbows arching deeply within their confinement.
The planets were now fully formed and they too, sought freedom to exist.
With one voice they bid the time was at hand,
And God in chorus concurred...and the cosmos painfully gasped its first breath.
And all that is or will every be burst forth into life,
And then a sacred hush fell over all,
And God spoke...IT IS GOOD.
A contest entry
- creation by james119.
600 points, ended June 20, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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HOODWINK!
What a beautiful correlation between the birthing process and cosmic creation. Your words are fresh and exciting in this descriptive write of prehistory. I also like the acknowledgement and credit of Gods place in creation. Well done!
You have been Hoodwinked by your Poetic Bandit Family today because WE CARE!
Dennis
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Love your images in this!
And I really like your ending,
'The planets were now full formed and they too, sought freedom to exist.
With one voice they bid the time was at hand,
And God spoke...the cosmos breathed its first breath,
All that is or will every be burst forth into life,
And God spoke...it is good. '
best wishes in your contest.
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I am so glad you liked this one. Thanks again.
BLESSINGS, Doris
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This reads like a narative one might hear as scenes or pictures cycle in view. It has an engaging tone to it.
Thanks for entering............. james
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