I heard bellowed roars, edgy
toughness oozed from pores
and some saw themselves
with eyes of fires
and blood ran hot, as all they’d wanted
but seldom got was on parade,
and I heard the sound of my voice
there, under my calm stare
when my shoes struck the ground
and pounded ‘look at me’ with
each purposed stride, and it was fading
simply fading ever away.
So much I’d held won and lost, paid costs
in time and toils, ( knowing now)
every dream dances for me still;
so seductively and I watch with intensity
my shadow on desert sands
as wants wrestle with my spirit in the night;
each morning brings an adventure
to find reflections, questions or answers.
My voice so steady now
not shrill demand for all eyes
change is in breath easily released
and savored happiness pulled between
smiling moments, having learned the price of life
to speak loudly as must be those
that hear by still deafened ears,
but now I whisper wisdom to the faces of mountains
determined to be remembered in undying echoes.
A contest entry
- The Consistency of Change by JM Kenyon.
600 points, ended August 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Great write! These lines brought so many thoughts together for me:
"every dream dances for me still;"
"as wants wrestle with my spirit in the night; "
If not for my dreams, my wants, my spirit and that old-fashioned human burning called love... I never evolve, never mature, never lie.. but definately would die... and so change would still get me in the end, wouldn't it?
s and bestw ishes always... ~Genie~
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Genie-
Thank you for your kind words and for hosting an interesting contest, good theme for writing...PK -
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Thank you for investing your time and thoughts into participating in my contests
Keep your eyes open for more, I don't often hold contests, but... I've been saving points for a couple months to throw myself a 5 year AP spree
s ~Genie~
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"but now I whisper wisdom to the faces of mountains
determined to be remembered in undying echoes."
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This is a perfect change poem...
good luck in the contest.
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The change from soft to firm might come with time, but I think (or at least that is how it works for me), voice changes tone, mind changes thoughts with the course of events in life and with people that are around us. I liked how you show the movements here...wise enough to whisper instead of shouting...I'm still learning.
Such a meaningful poem Mr. H
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"change is in breath easily released
and savored happiness pulled between
smiling moments, having learned the price of life"
A revealing look at a life ... what was, was is, and what can be. And as we age, we gain wisdom and the ability to discern was is important, from the unimportant. It is that wisdom, and the experience we gain from each passing day, that will enable us to live in ways that may indeed be "remembered in undying echoes". Beautiful write!
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"determined to be remembered in undying echoes".... yes, what is better than that. such a soft tone to this poem... beautiful and with a ring of eternity about it.
~ Nicolette
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