Rain my soul,
sip in fermented drop, this earthen strain,
bending seed to bare in birth,
grain,
sweet pain in bridled veil of moister sailing;
wailing thought,
caught between my rocky rainbows,
solitude stilled, and holding close, the grace of thunder.
So clear my mind
with one last petal,
dewdrop piercing ground in rounder pearl,
swilled in lips, too still for blunder,
able awed,
as will in rhythm's evolving rapture
to captured crystal
spilling wonder.
I am under God's umbrella,
wrapped in wet, drinking every color, tracing miracle,
deep within the sound of heaven;
such lyrical accommodations,
within my summer implications,
in fragrant high, this ultimate concern,
to grow my wish in brook-side fern,
who moves my face to dreaming stream.
A contest entry
- I'll Cry If I Want To - If You Know Me - 15 hour quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended July 26, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
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This is magical! I'm completely in love! The whole thing is beautiful!
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"such lyrical accommodations,
within my summer implications"
that about sums this piece up! Yes, it's been a summer of thunderstorms and downpours, too.
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oh man....I am God's umbrella and dreaming stream......those few words carry a thousand thousand meanings to me. Bravo!
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this is gorgeous...beautiful imagery of nature, as always..
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Oh, my friend this is so beautiful, so filled with Heavenly words to lie one's weary head upon....
I love this and I am sure Carol will as well
Lynda
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