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The brain has no intelligence alone inside its skull.
It's truly dependent on droplets flowing from each sense.
It only stirs to learn the things that living finds essential
To survive our tangled efforts to achieve a balance.
The hours drip their essence into our empty mind
Signing the signatures of nature, man and time.
The beauty of God’s music eases our human bind,
Overflows into our hearts making joy, sublime.
When the hours on this Earth come closing to an end
Our knowledge will gather into a brilliant chorus,
Building to a crescendo of splendorous blend
As shapes in translucent light all become amorphous.
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt! by Nicada.
550 points, ended August 26, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hello Sprite. An interesting write, and congratulations on your Honourable Trophy. Nice rhyme of "chorus" and "amorphous", and some good imagery and diction. You have presented some interesting thoughts in this piece, which I have to say I don't agree with all, but that is neither here nor there, hahah. Once again, congratulations. My regards.
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Great job here relating to the picture prompt. You have used some wonderful imagery in this poem. Nice job,and thanks so much for entering my contest. Blessings, Patty
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