As far back as I can remember
there have been words
rolling like the plains,
like wheat, blowing in the wind,
peaking like snow-capped mountains
reaching for the stars.
Words, trilling,
like the lark trills in early morning,
babbling like the brook,
glowing flame red
at sunset.
Words, making promises of love,
singing the sweet song of regret,
strumming the blues beat,
and the soulful dance.
Behind my weary eyes,
they are there still,
tracing the pulse,
flowing like blood in my veins,
keeping time with the heartbeat,
cadence, with every breath.
As long as words and I exist,
there’ll be no death.
Author notes
Inspiration, this quote: "A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman."
~Wallace Stevens, Opus Posthumous, 1957
A contest entry
- If You Love....Being A Poet by poet2angels.
650 points, ended July 22, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great!
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Spoken like a true poet with such elegance
This is beautiful
Lynda
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this write truly shows how poetry is in the blood of everyone ... everyone that carries the open-hearted innocence of a broken heart. thanks.
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"As long as words and I exist,
there’ll be no death."
Very powerful lines with which to end a very powerful poem. Wonderful job on this one.
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A great take on the prompt
This is a wonderful, roller-coaster of a write, where the words take us along with them.
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I truly love this, and it holds such truth. You use bold and flavorful words that entice the reader along, but in an understandable and comprehensible manner. Nice job!
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As long as words and I exist, there’ll be no death.wonderful images you have painted all the way through your poem I can so relate to your words good luck in the contest
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wow great poem, i relate lol
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Nice use of the prompt. This poem stands alone and is a wonderful description of words. well wishes in the contest.
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