Charred chalice whose vaporous curls,
heated from solid to liquid to steam,
in confined gilded chambers swirl,
manifesting in the desirous dream;
transcending flesh into the realm
where consciousness surrenders up the helm;
oh wretched creature formed in dust,
fired from birth to wallow in mirth and lust!
You're damned to perish in the flame,
yet graced in perfection to rise again!
Author notes
I think this just about sums up the human condition...and the human potential!
A contest entry
- Heavens Leftovers by Arkbear.
550 points, ended July 22, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nice alliteration ~
Your words portray your thoughts in a genius manner......I will have trouble finding a top winner for this contest.....each of you are sooooo good at what you do......I am blessed to have so much talent in this Group......good luck and God bless you,
Bear ~
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Nice poem, this was well written. I really enjoyed the whole thing and it kept my attention. Keep on writing, until you can't no more! and good luck in the contest!
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Will do, and thanks for the positive strokes!
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excellent style of verse and message----one those I wish I had said. The power lives in the last two lines
Joe
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The last two lines are the harsh reality and amazing grace of hope...you are right!
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