When the fragrance fades,
Is not the flower still a flower?
And don’t the trees remain,
Though leaves are changing color?
Does the wind have a home?
The earth is where it blows…
The breeze does as it pleases,
God’s breath directs where it goes…
When the sky leaks an ocean,
Will the blue slowly drip away?
As the storm shapes dunes anew,
Can the desert lose its sandy way?
Feel the hot spring heating,
See the water flowing and boiling?
Can bubbles hold themselves down?
Can the misty steam decline rising?
Does the mind cease its creating,
Though the body might be disabled?
Would my thoughts desist their twirling,
If my fingers were unable to scribble?
If I were to tell them to,
Would the birds arrest their song,
Would the raindrops halt in midair,
If I were to say I wanted it so?
If I could make my eyes icy daggers,
I doubt the sun would freeze, mid-rise…
Even if my fingers were strong pillars,
Glowing disk would still set each night.
I cannot make the clouds drift away
And reveal the stars shining bright…
I cannot close my eyes to trouble
Because nothing seems to go right.
Should I worry about days to come,
When the world is beyond my control?
Is contentment gained with apprehension?
Do I win by planning what I cannot know?
A contest entry
- All-time Best Rhyming Prewrites by TabbyCat.
600 points, ended September 23, 2008, 56 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hi, this is a great poem indeed, I so enjoyed this read that I had to read it over several times just to take it all in.
The breeze does as it pleases,
God’s breath directs where it goes…
You spoke such beautiful words here that you know life is not for us to control although we sometimes like to think we have it all planned and nothing can ever get out of hand.
Well you guessed it God still does have a role to play and perhaps at times to some peoples dismay he can still cause havoc and wreck the best laid plans.
I like it, I like it so!
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Loved your comment! thank you so much!
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Ah...dear daughter...To think I missed reading this worthy write! It is like reading the book of Job, the wisdom of Solomon, and you with the spirit of God penning through you...This is a treasure..How specially you speak to us...We are still a flower even though the petals drop from the bud...The plant is still a
even though we may be preparing for another year, day or season....Ah my dear daughter,,,you are an inspiration! This is a treasure and is bookmarked! Bravo...Worthy of Gold! 
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Ahh it warms my heart that you enjoyed it! In fact...this piece is very close to my heart...
Thank you so much!
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Oo very beautiful flow and wonderful to read and mouth the words and the ideas behind it i find lovely and this piece could be a very beautiful song as well
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Thanks for the comment! This is one of my favorites, of mine...I thought it could work as a song, but...I don't typically write lyrics...and seldom music to go with...
But thank you so much for the encouragement and compliment!
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Loved *rose*s
I was so carried along by all of the wonderful imagery within this incredible write
each stanza surged
'when the sky leaks an ocean'
'will the blue drip away'
'raindrops halt midair'
'bubbles hold themselves down'
or 'clouds drift away'
'even if fingers were strong pillars'
nothing could prevent or control
everything still rolls
as they say 'the world will keeps turning'
no matter what ~ ~
so why the use of worry
'contentment' in acceptance
so profound !!
and such luscious imagery
a visual masterpiece
with a wonderful truth
BRAVO, BRAVO
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I so loved this
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s Lib x
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thanks Lib! Glad for the great comment!!!
much love your way!
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A profound message woven into a poem that is laden with beautiful imagery. Thanks for the entry.
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Wow, I love this, this is absolutely wonderful, by far one of the best writes I have read here. Great write, love it, love it, love it.
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Interesting write
Moving poem and very thought provoking. Many questions unanswered, yet we accept life as it is: unexplainable. I have never thought about contentment - contentment, in my view, just is. Coupled with all the questions in this poem, it creates another dimension in one's mind where contentment seems to be a destination/situation which can be controlled by apprehension/planning. Seeing it this way, I now come to the understanding that contentment is a statement made by those who are ignorant and never think about life.
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