I am awake -
sitting with silence.
Sounds make
its presence felt:
dog barks, tea
drops, thoughts
bid for peace -
so, my heart
addresses
the god within.
My careening spirit
declares, even
of quiet, I've
come to care.
A contest entry
- You by Demington.
850 points, ended September 3, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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Wow I think this is so pretty, and visual .. audio. I like!
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Serene is indeed a good word for this poem.
"makes" should be "make"
"it" should be "it's"
Otherwise this poem is quite solid. I enjoyed the pleasant calm it brings when reading it.
Blessings,
C
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I've been here before. At one time, I was a frequent visitor, the one who strolled down some quiet neighborhood on grey winter morns or pink waking summers, minutes before the sun; a lone runner, a truck's rattle with shuffling feet of delivery men. Thank you for this picture postcard of "Fun in the sun..." One of these days, I'll slow it down a bit and revisit this... Write on, sweetie.
Dez
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wow..
I can feel the serenity in your words, very nice place to be at peace within yourself. great write my friend.
much luck to you in the contest.
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Great title, sets the tone for your piece, nice write!
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