Still waters draw me to it's seeking form
where winds are calmed resisting threatening storm,
harsh craggy rocks once scanned by warring foe
hold mysteries and legends long ago.
Below the deepest point lie spears in rust
dissolving slowly into weeds and dust,
as sifting silt and weaving fish duet
old ghosts where lovers lingered pirouette.
Dark mirror to the sky the water lies
breathing hypnotic mists into our eyes,
cool winds awake fortelling threatening storm
we disappear into it's seeking form.
A contest entry
- Tom Barron Scottish Landscape Painter, Artist & Musician Multiple Prompts Contest by Kazytc.
2400 points, ended September 16, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow you took me right there!
Its like we were stood right there in that scene when you read this, it is so well written and so rich in vivid imagery that animates this painting as well as the words and sentiments expressed here. You make this a very real place and the flow and rhyme fantastic. Love this its fantastic, well done to you it was a joy to read!
Poetic Hugs & Thanks Millions for entering our contest and best of luck to you too!
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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Bless you for reading and I am so glad you enjoyed - the prompt was bliss to write for!
Hilly xxx
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A beautiful poem for a beautiful painting.
Good luck in the contest
Love
Suz
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Really enjoying the imagery and imagination of your ideas, thank you so much !!
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A lovely one Bumpy!!!
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