She wakes;
hair spread
out on her pillows,
hand to cheek , holy habit,
eyes open but unfocused
still searching meanings in dream’s shadows
warm shawl of morning slips from alabaster shoulders
arms raise up in prayer
someday, someway
feet on cool floor
will find her
willow-reaching
a reality
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Beautiful Picture Prompt; Semi-Quickie by perfectsunset.
475 points, ended August 14, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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beautiful carol...beautiful
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Thank you... sometimes an iamge captures me....
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Ooh wow this was amazing. Love your language and metaphor.. brilliance shines from your words. The imagery you created really breathes into the picture life. I love this from beginning to end!
Bravo!!
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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ty, pen friend...managing to paint pcitures with words is something I reach to achieve every single day.
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The inter play of the hair images and metaphors fill the fingers that trace the words. All the world is a gift and a sacrement and you have filtered it thrown the crown and frame of the mane and branches that gift the fall.
Love, Tom B.
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I got that touch of slightly sensual to this, I think. Ty dear one.
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Once again you understate.
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