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Tears meander peached cheeks
remembering the press of a careful touch;
heart longing to feel its breath again
filled with the passion of October roses
tossed carelessly mid holly greens
and ivy vines.
But white-moon nights live without
and there are no opal stepping stones to the past.
It is a wishful free fall in my sphere,
heart racing the climb of resilience,
rendering the trail empty;
finish line ahead.
Lesser hands will cradle
future memories,
hoping to touch yesterday
in the adventure of tomorrow.
A contest entry
- The Ivy Tree~Buoyant Moon~Druid Zodiac Series by Blue Rew.
1020 points, ended October 22, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the final sentiment here. Congrats on the silver
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I thank you my friend. So pleased for your comment here. Congrats to you also on your shiny gold. YAY! and I MEAN YAY. Superbly written. ~Pamela
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Interesting blend of the spirit on the avenues of time and the sensual imagery of the peach and tear, the reflection of the moon in opal stones. it felt a like a maudlin opening but quickly blossomed into a beautiful study of spirit and the power of memory. Enjoyed this.
Peace & Light,
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Thank you so much for your kind comment. I am so pleased you enjoyed this one. Congrats to you also on your shiny cup. Well done. ~Pamela
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The careful use of color infused this poem with grace and beauty. You have touched upon the essence of the contest theme while giving the reader a universal message. The imagery in "...passion of October roses..." was captivating. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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Liz, Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment and the honor of silver in your contest. I am truly pleased I was able to hit the mark on this one. Always a pleasure to write for you and for Blue. Thank you again. ~Pamela
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so delicate and beautiful like glistening rain
tickling my skin
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Thank you so much.
I appreciate your kind words very much. ~Pamela
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Mesmerizing...
how you intertwine attributes of this druid spirit
with the intensity of longing and succumbing.
I admire the subtle echo of imagery of~
climb, meander....white moon, opal. Blue
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Thank you my friend for your wonderful words and the honor of silver in your contest. I am so pleased I was able to hit the mark on this one. Thank you again. ~Pamela
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Beautiful
"hoping to touch yesterday
in the adventure of tomorrow."
wonderful lines!
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Jim
Thank you my dear friend. Always, ~Pamela
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'But white-moon nights live without
and there are no opal stepping stones to the past'
amazing lines...
words from the heart... beautiful
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So very very pleased you enjoyed this one my friend. Thank you so much for the kind words. ~Pamela
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The lines are full of yearning and sentimentality for those things that we have to let go of, those things that are seasonal and brief, as October roses, similar to letting go of life when our end is near. It's surely sad, but I love the reference to the past, present and future. I wondered about the lesser hands, whether it meant hands of the young or incapable, Our young ones do seem unconcerned about their heritage.
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment on this piece. I am so pleased you enjoyed it. Much much appreciated. ~Pamela
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