Mother wolf,
howl my she in creative conscience,
those subtle truths
that men ignore,
such fearful skin
they can't explore,
when season breathes brain, as spring
in fashion.
I am passion,
mountain sage,
to rage intemperance,
through sane remembrance of now in never;
my subtle verse, exposing clever haunting,
through holy, taunting way of snowmelt.
Clear my skies in new leaves bending,
green obsession, bleeding blue,
as hands upending, spread to cross
in thirsty syllables;
Mary,
martyr, slicing body’s blush,
to desecrate with sigh,
the politics of hate;
revealing God,
as love to feather,
concealing wings she soars in shadow.
I am tired of more, as answer,
dancer, spinning disc, whirling dervish,
his Turkish tea to dissipate in tearful,
summer gain,
now insane,
to grow our pain,
this acid rain that burns my midnight.
I will fly above in grace,
to shimmer lacy waves of meadow,
petal pushing color yonder,
collage to move
in multiple partners,
this field of flowers
where we might wander,
as blonder sun to blush in blooming,
sweet grass, we wish in wavy hair
to new life forming;
beyond the homeless fear
of dialect,
from human touching eyes of heaven,
sister same, as brother breathing,
one more sound
of rock,
conceiving.
In a list
A contest entry
- Mother of All My Contests - For MY Favorites Only by CarolDesjarlais.
5250 points, ended July 15, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Captivating
just the different ways you used rhyme effective is worthy of the gold...and then there's this supreme message
and alliteration is subtle and smooth...this one should be heard to a broader audience than AP.
I loved every word of this
congrats
best wishes
peace
Muddy
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Congrats, Rich. This was indeed breathtaking and so deserving of the honor.
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Oh, my dear god in heaven, this is breathtaking....I was totally immersed... your voice, such sacred dearness to me. What can one ay but that the use of your words, the way your mind works...is amazing...holy!
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This entire verse speaks of and therefore becomes...
substance; that which is necessary for existence.
I feel humbled by the amount of astute observation
displayed within, such as:
"collage to move
in multiple partners,
this field of flowers
where we might wander"
as these words speak of change unending...
change which hopefully brings growth and
wisdom, but always opportunity. Blue
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snowmelt, heartfelt
where corner stones of rock conceiving
is found substance, love perceiving
the truth and power of natal hour
beyond time's eye of mere believing
reveals what is, the whole to leaven
with grain of faith, the fields of heaven
"to move
in multiple partners,
this field of flowers
where we might wander"
its song to breathe of purer genre
Such music you breathe, Rich!
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I'm sure you didn't mean the image to be humorous, but I had to smile at the idea of "howling" and "creative conscious." I just pictured this intense delivery scene, you know. . . poor Carol howling out the next great words of truth such in beautiful agony. Bless her heart! We just don't realize what she goes through to bring her poetry to us!
But seriously, Rich, this is gorgeous. The fervor and the quiet counterbalance one another in just perfect harmony. I love the brother/sisterhood and the spiritual union found in the ending as well.
Fantastic poem. A truly beautiful conception.
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"those subtle truths
that men ignore,
such fearful skin
they can't explore"
As always, you astound, inspire, provoke & soothe with your incredible voice, my Friend. I agree with Lynda; Carol will love it. How could she not? Good luck in the contest, dear Scribe. Wanda
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Such an awesome Poem. Good Luck
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Oh, Rich, you always know how to touch the heart and soul of the reader and you take the contest and breathe in the wishes and dreams of the poet to create a miracle for them to see...This I so admire and love about you and your talent, my dear friend...Carol will too....
I love this
Lynda
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