I took a pen and it started to write,
words, one following another
like at genesis time.
The skies liberated a voice,
the first word separated day and night.
Light.
Hand holding hand,
skin covered with pastel tinted,
warm summer rain.
You and I,
a newborn Adam and Eve
in the garden of no sin
where birds are free to discover the world
knowing when they return
their nests will still be at the same place.
Home.
Flower petals decorating the moss,
phosphorus light blinking inside the cicatrices of the old log,
sweet wine is dripping out of ripe fruit
sliding down the leaves and wetting the ground
like milk from a woman's breast oozing out
to feed her newborn, sleeping in the shade of ivy
calmly suckling a thumb...
The pen dropped from my hand,
my face leaning on the open palm,
lungs moving slowly,
and my breath light as feather’s flight.
I went to sleep painting dreams,
to wake up in another day of poetry.
Author notes
This poem is written for an anonymous contest. Please let it be this way. do not mention my name in your comments please. Thanks in advance dear friends and fellow poets for your kind comments.
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Ah..what a great piece you worded especially the second last stanza is the crux of this life ..you touched me a lot here my friend. a great poet you are...
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What a great poem about writing poetry. I sense the writing of poetry as a personal Genesis, and each poem liek the birthing of a child.
There is one place that feels a little offish...."...like at genesis time..." perhaps crunch this down. Ty so much for entering...this is the kind of poetry I love. -
This poem made me think of all the times I look out the window, see so much beauty and just want to write and then I look inside my mind, renewed with such hope and love for the world and all I want to do it write. Thank you for inspiring such beautiful images in my mind. Thank you for sharing this poem...
Ellie x
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This is a great poem. You know a poet when you fill words on paper that feel like they should never end, I would love to hear your voice read this. Your an amazing writer.
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Poets Rule
Dobro jutro Sonja - Kako si? Again you have written a masterpiece - this will truly add another trophy to your collection - I was at a World Poetry club meeting in Vancouver where a poet gave a speech - he spoke with gutso - lol - about how poets see beyond the fluff and that in the end when all is lost. poets will set things straight and save the world from destruction - lol - made me smile big time - lol - Bless God - dobar dan - Josip - ----------------- hugs
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"phosphorus light blinking inside the cicatrices of the old log"
Marvelous imagery, with such sultry undertones.Indeed, yet another day of poetry...Thank God.
Good luck in Carol's contest, my Friend.
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Isn't Liberation Wonderful!
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AWESOME!!!!!
I can agree! As I sit here at my computer and read others thoughts and feelings I am in a way transported into their dreams, their thoughts and feelings forgetting the world outside for a time.
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