The winds of history blow
as secrets remain untouched,
with whispers of persistence
swaying through these ancient trees.
With purity and artlessness
in unassuming rhythm,
a miracle intrinsic
earth resonates its song.
Attempts to mimic nature's dance
are merely an echo of its spirit,
a cloning by humanity
where crystal drops are flawed.
The imitator does not belong
scraping surface snapshots,
with fabricated words of awe
the innocence is slowly crippled.
Author notes
"Nature is a haunted house-- but Art-- is a house that tries to be haunted."
~Emily Dickinson
A contest entry
- "Nature is a Haunted house..." Quote Inspired Contest. by BellaD.
950 points, ended August 1, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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Thanks for making the correction. This is a lovely, inspiring piece. Very well done.
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I love the sophistication of this piece. Very thought-provoking. One question: should line 7 be "a miracle intrinsic"? Thank you so much for this entry.
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