Vision speaks in straight line thinking,
my fragile dust to shimmer sunset
in wonder why,
spinning glitter;
as mountain sleeps with frozen pencil,
scratching page.
But wake in dream
of circle stretching sage,
first flakes of truth in summer snowfall,
patching windy secret,
flying round,
this wound to heal through way revealing;
evening waves to rippled bark,
round and round
tail wagging window,
open eyes to orbit season,
near and far,
sent back to find me.
A contest entry
- Back to Where I was...... by the tempest.
475 points, ended July 27, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This was very well written.....very influential
You have a talent for sure! -
This is gorgeous as always and I love the ending...
Sigh~ Your talent always amazes me
Lynda
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