Sailing on warm currents of my cloud-like dreams,
watching sunlight play along the folded seams,
I watch a paper crane drifting above the strife
and it occurs to me how much it’s like my life.
It started off a blank sheet, free of any mark,
just as we are empty when we first embark.
Then hands begin to fold it and its shape begins.
We are likewise shaped by others blessings and their sins.
In the hands of an artist, the paper now takes form
just like the hands of time, which in each of us transforms
and builds us by experience. But we are never done
and left to float in beauty, dancing in the sun.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: http://www.kyoto-kafe.com/assets/images/oragami_crane.jpg
20 words to 20 lines
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt # 18 by marlene47.
600 points, ended August 11, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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Nice choice of metaphor for your life. I like your dreams sailing on warm currents, a blank sheet, we are empty when we first embark, hands begin to fold it, the hands of the artist and the hands of time transforming us... the continual process of making our own form.
Nice use of folding (from "oru" of the same meaning) derived from the prompt and in your title.
Thank you for your coming-into-being, one-fold-at-a-time entry.
marlene
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ah, I can be eagle-spread and still see where my folds were, can't you? Beautiful write, my friend.
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LOL... more folds than not any more... blessings and sins both leave their mark
Thanks for the read and comment Carol...
Ken
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Clever take on the picture!! Love the second stanza especially. Best of luck in the contest.
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