Perfection is in river mud
that sucks the toes down
and holds like cement;
it is in the distant arc of sunset
when unforgettable beauty
fading light and purple skies
resemble dear faces
lost love in clouds and water.
We wish for kisses
from lips long stilled
and memory becomes utopia in a mirror
making life as it never was
missing embraces never felt
and love we always meant to create.
In a list
A contest entry
- utopia & appetite by Heart Sutra.
1800 points, ended September 7, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Barefoot by JinSays.
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making life as it never was
Love that line.
This poem feels nice, like a blanket right out of the dryer.
Thank you.
Love,
jin
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I just love how you have painted perfection--as something constant, and yet mutable at the same time. A beautiful picture of truth and understanding...of memory and expectation, of love and lack.
Gorgeous thoughts and feeling here in these lines.
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What contrasts you build...
from river mud to imaginative reflections...
focusing on what might have been.
More kudos to you, Poet.
Aesthete
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Great work here PK.
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Thnk you Zayra-
for hosting a very creative contest...PK
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'and love we always meant to create."
I loved that last stanza, beautifully regretful.
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"making life as it never was
missing embraces never felt
and love we always meant to create."
powerful words & thoughts
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Powerful images, the cumulative effects of experiences and time lost to regret... a wonderful poem!
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really nice poem. good job with writing it. enjoyed the read.
blu
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Thanks Blu-
always good to hear from you...PK
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"love we always meant to create." - what a powerful line.... I know this so very well, but I am determined to create and live that love... This poem can be read on so many levels, PK - beautiful...
~ Nicolette
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Thank you Nicolette-
i agree, it takes that certain determination... to bring the meanings we really want... thanks for all...PK
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the first two stanzas, the final one would not have assured the 'punch'. What I am trying to say is that the contents and images within the final stanza is a magnificent 'end' to that which is created in the former two stanzas. An added thought, I perceive various 'degrees' of honesty of thought here: from the imagined to the acknowledgement thereof, but that it takes someone [eg a poet] to point this out [final form of honesty]. Getting philosophical here, but then this is my 'right'. Frans
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Thank you Frans-
"right" you are my friend, it seems we have to dig to find the real things sometimes, even when searching our own thoughts...always good to hear from you...PK
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