I sit on a moss covered log beside an ancient stream
bathed in moonlight, a cascade of molten wax
speaking secret tongue of water and stone.
Clearing my thoughts, I await the arrival of God.
Author notes
I live in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, and this place is real. But I'm not going to tell you where it is.
Pic:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/346161569_8e7dc8ef40.jpg?v=0
A contest entry
- Come into the mountains... by Pamela A Lamppa.
450 points, ended July 3, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Nature by justlikelivin.
300 points, ended July 7, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn those greenies into gold (or silver or bronze) #6 by whispernthedark.
700 points, ended September 27, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is an ending to a story I would like to know. Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
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whisper
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I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM
I don't really believe in god, but your poem till caught my attention. I will be adding this to the final list, Thanks for the entry
justlikelivin
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Such a feeling of tranquility in this write, I love this. But I have to wonder if this tranquil spot is anywhere close to where I live lol It reminds me of a hideaway place I used to go, to collect my own thoughts. Beautiful, both the pic and your words! Best of luck in the contest.
Linda
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That is truly an incredible image you used with your verse. Captures the viewer.
I am feeling Susan in "speaking secret tongue of water and stone"
I loved that line. Nice work. Thank you for your entry. ~Pamela
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Not even if I ask nicely and say please?
This sounds like a magical place and so obviously your sanctuary, beautiful words and picture.
All the best...Sue
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