Another repost . . .
Upon awakening,
I wrestled with thoughts of ambiguous demeanor,
left over remnants of a dream
where I saw bankers and prostitutes
bleeding with stigmata.
I saw an ant hill crumble,
I saw the avalanche of history collapse
from a man made mountain.
I saw how the Earth gave way,
buried every town and hovel,
while immense populations scattered
into the desert of their minds.
I saw furies,
nubile and seductive,
fondling drunken diplomats,
I saw an archangel languishing
in an empty cathedral.
I saw the smoke of a Golgathian fire
encircling the globe,
I saw a child crying beside a dead rose.
I heard the silence of a monk engulfed in flames,
I heard sleepwalkers
stumble inside a labyrinth.
I heard the unblemished pulse of the collective heart,
I heard the mind explode
into one million embers.
I heard the ultimate hymn whispering
from a mountainside
and I heard that it was both
passionate and sorrowful.
I touched the fragile thighs of a fern
and it crumbled in my hand,
I touched my wife's breast
and it wept from the nipple.
I touched the fruit on the tree of knowledge
and found it overripe,
I touched the moon, the sun, the stars
and discovered unseen possibilities of light.
I touched my daughter's hand
and felt an almost imperceptable tremble,
I touched my own hand
and felt the same.
Ah senses,
why do you beguile me?
Why must the soft mystery of being alive
stay entrapped inside this decaying vehicle
of flesh and bone
and blood?
I want to inherit that other dimension
where I can dance with the illusive dragonfly
through the dark night
and land upon a petal
of understanding.
I want to feel the lips of bygone sages
kiss my withered brow,
I want to taste
the nectar of Heaven.
Oh . . .
I want to see the smile of the Universe,
I want to hear the stillness
of Eternity . . .
I want to know that I am finally
HOME.
A contest entry
- Pure Emotion! by xSarahx.
600 points, ended September 30, 2008, 11 entries
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I am not at all sure that I want to have a dream like this one. IT is very creative. Thanks for sharing this with us. And thanks for entering it in this contest.
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Lovely
Here is what Dylan Thomas had to say about home.
I couldn't be at home
If I were at home
everywhere I find myself
seems to be
nothing but resting places
between spaces
that become resting places
between resting places themselves
it maybe a primary loneliness
that makes me feel out-of-home
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I saw a child crying beside a dead rose.
I heard the silence of a monk engulfed in flames,
I heard sleepwalkers
stumble inside a labyrinth.
wow. the imagery in this piece is FANTASTIC.
as is the grammar and punctuation, which I found refreshing
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This is really good, filled with imagery. It flowed well, and was very descriptive. Good job!
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wonderful
I'm not one for long poetry, How ever I was completely into this one. If I could I would've kept reading this over again. I must agree that this poem has flawless imagery. My favorite part is the end how everything just comes perfectly togather.Thanks for shareing
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tremendous writing
...and so it is with the senses, this waking dream, that all comes to an end...to re-awaken from their finiteness and find home, where the smile of the universe is the immensitiy of Spirit and the myriad reflections of Soul, imperishable.
This poem is a whisper of the omniscience of being, and it echoes in all the quiet places, startling in its vision...
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I think you have a typo in line 5: "stigmata".
And line 16: "diplomats".
As I read this poem, I couldn't help but become overwhelmed by it. The imagery is so rich that I could see all this in my mind. It flows smoothly and is written very well -
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Oops! Thanks for pointing out the typos, much appreciated as well as your comments . . .
Marc
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What overwhelmed me in this poem is how the constant imagery of decay and collapse emphasised the idea of the senses fading. I particularly liked the idea of the empty cathedral, I dont know why, its just seems particularly powerful.
beautifully written, a masterpiece
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Excellent
I love this poem. It has great imagery and imagination. And it really makes me think. -
Wonderful poetry, such vivid and inspiring imagery...not even mentioning the emotional impact of this poem, Marc. The images of the fern and the breast/nipple are superb!! I want to know this too...thank you for this vision, my friend.
~ Nicolette
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this slammed me to the floor - but then, most of your poetry does. When I read your work it feels as though I am 'listening' to something so treasured, like a secret opened to life. Amazing write. Love, Lane
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Hey, thanks Lanie . . . Gotta admit, there's something about this one that really sticks with me . . . It's funny, sometimes you go back and re read an old piece and wish you were still writing with the same urgency as before, but you just have to keep on plugging away, hoping that eventually you will hit a clear note once in awhile . . .
love ya girl,
Marc
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powerful imagery!
if i had this dream....i'd understand it's message!
Love and cry with all my might,
lest I awaken to find myself a living "job"
the man who lost everything to gain a glimpse of heaven.
and be restored whole!
I loved this poem..scared the daylights out of me,
(especially in this financial turmoil of America)
and the ending captured us....to find that
understanding HOME!
ears/Seattle
way to write, this would have killed me!
wow! powerful imagery!
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Yes, you got it! Home is the key word, that nebulous longing that resides deep within the soul, trying to figure out how in the hell to get there.
Marc
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