My feet started walking,
a pace much endearing,
as the sight of dirt touches me,
making me realize where I've been.
My head looked up,
the moonlit sky, I adapt,
for such a world of endless wonder,
I have come to know to reach farther.
I decided to stop and then stare,
of the things around me, so bare.
Shall it be because I just did it now,
or is it because I keep my head up or bowed?
The dirt, as it kissed my fingers,
a moment that made me remember,
I started to climbed mountains before,
why not now, like it would take me forever more?
As I scan my surroundings and see things clearly,
I could see myself that I'm way too busy,
my color has faded till I became transparent,
unlike the others, glowing incandescent.
I have to be the same as them,
to shine like a precious gem,
but I have been from the lowest and the highest regions,
so I have to stop running with the pigeons.
One step at a time, I started walking,
may be somehow I could see myself shining,
slowly and surely, I'll bring a color for myself,
so to be one with the others, I am adept.
Author notes
a good prompt so I write this poem as to how I feel. I hope that this one is okay....
A contest entry
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1400 points, ended December 30, 2008, 55 entries
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it's a retreat to be with nature, just to be able to breathe its beauty gives you this renewal.
there's a zen-like feel to this -
This is very nicely done. I liked the message of the poem. My favorite line was:
so I have to stop running with the pigeons.
It is a great phrase. Keep up the good work.
Mike
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