The answer exists
somewhere
within the white spaces,
time forgets to breathe,
each line narrows
discovery’s field
to reveal the questions.
Words lack expression,
sound is irrelevant;
inspiration expands
driving intent sustains
what is left to understand.
A contest entry
- The Prompt Coffee House: Prompt Challenge Round 1: Picture Prompts by Ceridwens Soul.
1050 points, ended August 4, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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principled...
Sighing here, I forget to breathe, too, reading these incredible poems, finding that place where sound is a heartbeat defying the odds of finding answers given before the confines of the questions. My thoughts are strewn here like Indian Paintbrush.
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lol...
mine would be to had I read half the poems you have you have.
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Ahh so that's where the answers are in the white spaces. This poem is such a clever use of the prompt.
'time forgets to breathe,'
Such a wonderful line.
Thank you for sharing with us
Jem and Ju
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...as I watch you work, remembering the colors that went outside the lines, and the doors of wonder open, I recall those fresher days of unending discovery and ... I smile.
Excellent write to this image prompt. Good luck in the contest. ~Pamela
rest.
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Thankyou for your entry ... Good luck !
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the wording is succinct, but with spaces and lines to read between. i continue to look in the white spaces for answers, but haven't found any answers... yet i know they are there.
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