hollow sounds a soulless whole
that captured God's own heart
gaps and funnels gape in coal
illusions' eyes opaque
lifeless in a vault of dark
so vast that vacant glare
bloodless barren empty stark
mists of a maze impaired
yet in the thoughtless wordless stare
a sparkle grew from cold
until inside the dome so bare
one spark of Word turned Gold
Author notes
God is the Gold within the cold. He is the Light within the dark. He is the Spark within the soul. I love Him with my entire being, through his Holy Spirit inside me, and by the example of Him, His Only Son Jesus Christ.
I can but marvel at His Greatness.
In a list
A contest entry
- Christian Themed Quicke/5 lines by Carly Pop.
300 points, ended August 29, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Winklings # 118 Open to Allpoetry including all Winkling Groups by Lyndon.
6000 points, ended September 15, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A poet of few words,
but deep impact. This is profoundly intriguing...I found myself rereading every line for more than just one meaning. Even reading it out loud, it resounds in deep thought. -
great great poem!!!! thanks for enterin!
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Thank you so much for the Silver ...
and the glitter ...
It was such a profound contest. It was a privilege to enter.
Love
Myra
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You were able to get so much into so few words! Masterfully done. I am certain you have captured God's own heart with your lovely poem.
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excellent
enviable / not only of your dominance over words that indicate your mentor qualities / also that having heard the word, such love of faith has carried you through even the dark times. I approach the 'Garden alone...and cannot enter the gate.
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Yes! What a take on the prompt! Such creativity sparked in these words, and what spiritual expression used here..This is magnificent! Bookmarked!
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Beautifully done even if it did rhyme
C
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Ah Poetess ... it may rhyme irregularly ...
as my verse did ... Here is the definition as found at the following link:
http://www.answers.com/topic/free-verse
Literary Dictionary: free verse
free verse (or, in French, vers libre), a kind of poetry that does not conform to any regular metre: the length of its lines is irregular, as is its use of rhyme—if any. Instead of a regular metrical pattern it uses more flexible cadences or rhythmic groupings, sometimes supported by anaphora and other devices of repetition. Now the most widely practised verse form in English, it has precedents in translations of the biblical Psalms and in some poems of Blake and Goethe, but established itself only in the late 19th and early 20th centuries with Walt Whitman, the French Symbolists, and the poets of modernism. Free verse should not be confused with blank verse, which does observe a regular metre in its unrhymed lines.
ALSO:
Britannica Concise Encyclopedia: free verse
Poetry organized according to the cadences of speech and image patterns rather than according to a regular metrical scheme. Its rhythms are based on patterned elements such as sounds, words, phrases, sentences, and paragraphs, rather than on the traditional units of metrical feet (see metrical foot). Free verse thus eliminates much of the artificiality and some of the aesthetic distance of poetic expression. It became current in English poetics in the early 20th century. See also prosody.
I used assonance instead of full rhymes. Also: the repetition of synonyms of "hollow" is strewn through out the poem, to "rhyme" the theme. Internal rhyme is accepted in free verse, as it sustains the musicality of sound and of echo.
But I shall remove my entry from the contest to be fair. You are the judge and the judge is always right.
Thank you nevertheless for inspiring me to write this poem. I wrote what should have been written.
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Completely agree lol it's just so different from you I would not DQ dear poet, I know this definition as I do it myself ocasionally!
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amazing pretty poetess good luck in contest.
love.
Judy
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and somewhere there inside the sky
no matter how one names it
eternity springs wings
because in all those little lights
that glimpse before forever
all stars become a sun
and even in the darkest breath
a heart can see each distance
and know all things are one.
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When you write the deep and wondrous Core ...
the beauty of your words transcend to Spark. Rare. Please hold that sacred, as do I.
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Excellent.
Such a spiritual spark can light up our lives.
You do pen such beauty, and thanks for sharing you!
Much love and light, and all the best as well in the contest!
Peace, Timothy
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Timothy ... Brother ...
we come a long way ... since Before.
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