The brightest light needs nothing to bear it
it only needs release from its source
to cross vacuums of verse in particulate beams
or behave like a wave, spreading itself wide
to slice the darkness in stark patterns.
when illumination shrinks
to something pale and small,
the time comes for someone of wisdom
to wield the flaming pen
drawing our eyes away from lightless places.
Light of truth can be seen,
flowing within each passing place
not diminished by reach of knowledge
but changed before our sight as we lift our vision
as must be, to know a position in space and time,
where it began and where it might end
alive or dead it matters so much, yet not at all
for even in fall of silent stillness, it is love
brightest light that dispels deepest shadow.
Speak to me of winds blown free
song of fires burning in the soul
seething coals glows of light
that fill the spirit and simply, cause us to be
in wonder, is it but we… for who but the poet
lies awake, imagining reasons
why earth’s edge rises to meet the sun
and falls away from the moon
giving lyrical voice to unutterable truths.
Pauses that hold life as eternal time unfolds
and whisper of truth, that tide within
in the sea within the heart, so vast and unfathomed
measureless…empty as the silent silver of night
or teeming with joyful existence,
infinite spectrums
variations on a universal theme.
Perspectives shift as easily as shadows
but every shade of darkness eagerly awaits its end,
devouring candles raging wildly
and fierce conflagrations aged to embers,
closed minds are enticed open
by temptations made vivid
beneath sacred shimmers, reflection of light
spilled beauty upon fresh eyes
flowed the faith of one pen.
Author notes
Theme: Light-bearer;
part 1. ten lines; Part 2 nine lines; part three - through end of poem.
A contest entry
- Goodnight, Poet - Final Commitment Challenge - Invite Only by CarolDesjarlais.
10000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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and happy birthday dear one.
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Ahh, thank you Mallig-
for the honor of writing with you and congratulations to all of the entries...PK -
This is beautifully penned...Such a blending of voices ...but when I saw it was a collab by you two, I knew it would be ...Well done and congrats you two!
Lynda
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Such a pleasure to read you PK...it is a light from eyes I come to trust as sight unseen...a beautiful collag this is...
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Excellent job, you two.
Love the concept and direction. Considering you're both favs, I think I know who wrote what but jeez it's like you shared the same brain. Write on.
Dez
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Oh, the faith of one pen...is that not the absolute pressed diamond of why we write?
"it only needs release from its source
to cross vacuums of verse in particulate beams
or behave like a wave, spreading itself wide
to slice the darkness in stark patterns.
when illumination shrinks
to something pale and small,
the time comes for someone of wisdom
to wield the flaming pen
drawing our eyes away from lightless places."
what an incredible stanza..... it is the process, the absoltue purity of passion of poets. -
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ahhh Carol -
at then end of this challenge, and really too soon, a chance to sum it all up and say thank you for so many lessons, and gentle nudges...and even if sometimes not so gentle...
...always helpful and filled with best wishes; we all try to be better but we all need help to grow, and we need examples as well; and by personal example as well as advice you have helped me...and so many, many others on AP... grow as writers and people...thank you, so very much...PK
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Simply wonderful how you two entwine two different poetic voices so well. The interaction is there to see, even when using just one voice, and the closure carries the feeling we read and feel on the previous verses.
Another successful collaboration
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words are illuminations of other's thoughts, I love this concept. Maybe that's why I love to read poetry, it takes me into dark corners for brief glimpses of things that I have never seen or thought. Your poem explains it all.
Very expressive!
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