I dwell in somber grays
hovering between black
and deepest blue
amid seas of troubled waves
endlessly cascading
before my eyes
while silent willow trees
sadly drape themselves
as if in mourning
and yet I seek not
the yellow of sunshine
nor the pink of roses
ask not for calm breezes
to caress my skin
nor embrace my heart
and my hands will always reach
to comfort willow trees
with acceptance of their grieving
for my eyes constantly crave
the myriad of imperfections
of life's truest beauty
and I will not gaze upon
the superficial
and deem it anything more
than blind ambition...
Author notes
October 11th-Nature-Something to do with seasons, self-discovery and/or change
“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart”
~Kahlil Gibran
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A contest entry
- Beauty..........Quote or pic inspired Quickie by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 13, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - an odd prewrite contest by Immortal Obscurity.
1200 points, ended December 1, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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well done . . congrats on the gold !!
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Wow, this is the first entry I've come across here that is truly breathtaking. Your imagery is spectacular, and you have a wonderful vocab! Best of luck in the contest!
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I loved this walk through you earthfelt soul...so lovely indeed
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Beautiful!
I love the weeping willow so this line touched me
"and my hands will always reach
to comfort willow trees
with acceptance of their grieving"
Amazing poem...TY for entering!
Lynda
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This is a beautiful message, love your closing stanza. Great write, good luck in the contest.
♥
whisper
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