When daylight's pink fingers
touch the farthest shore of lake Michigan,
I will be there.
When the clouds dance far above the earth
wrapped in a lofty embrace with the wind,
I will come.
When the trees speak
in tongues of angels and goblins,
I will appear.
When you wonder if daylight will ever
hug the jet sky
I will comfort you.
And there on the sand you will ask me if I love you
and
I
will
say...
When the laughing stars appear in the sky
just below the pregnant moon
I will answer.
Author notes
Thay should already know the answer.
A contest entry
- Spirit by Nicole Hanna.
4000 points, ended July 13, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A lovely sentiment!
Enjoyed this poem greatly! Nice imagery and flow!
Regards,
Jennifer
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There's definitely spirit in this piece. Though some of the imagery immediately strikes me as cliche, upon closer inspection, I can FEEL the sincerity of it, so cliches be damned. I can't write from an emotional standpoint to save my life, so I look for it in the poetry of others. Thanks for providing it here.
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Thank you and your welcome. I envy those with enough points to have contests because I recently joined and haven't really won anything yet, so I lack points
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It's all about the comments Only 1/8 of the points I ever have come from contests. lol
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lol. Okay then, better start commenting!
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