Dear Lord; here I am,
watching the sleeping breath
of some sort of perfection.
My finger, curled
beneath the tiniest grip.
She holds onto my heart.
Quietly, I kiss the dreams
stretching to dimples
across flushed cheeks.
Breathing in my entire future
swaddled here within my arms.
I swear-
she must be a fallen angel;
For, she still has the dusts of eternity
whispered across those intricate eyelashes.
With clouded footprints,
ready to tiptoe across my life.
How do I kiss you, Angel
with lips the touch of blossoms;
and how do I hold you, lovey
with skin the scent of Heaven.
Lost in the moment,
I gently caress the downy of her little head.
Fingers tracing my awe through her silken strands.
Her spirit holds the most perfect colors
shone in shimmers,
that lend me to pure wonder.
I've never witnessed such a clear brown
threaded with ripples of blue;
and laced with the glimpse of earthy tones.
Like a soft tide; caught-
flowing over midnight,
and almost washed in the moon.
God must have concentrated so intensely
on each flawless part;
like he had the most amazing vision.
With each stroke;
he painted the essence of my soul
in bends of innocence.
I ponder on miracles;
and I wait...
for the flutter of an Angel's
opening eyes......
Author notes
My baby girl... if you want to find Heave; look into the eyes of a tiny smile. Watching her sleep I could fall apart in tears of awe. This is why we named her Nevaeh Rain. "Heavens Rain"
A contest entry
- Tell me about Heaven by Demington.
1300 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The punctuation is a bit distracting in that I am not sure what was necessary and what was not and how it all effected the flow.
That aside, this is an exemplary example of how to take a prompt and twist it just a little bit so that something different and altogether fresh comes out of it.
This is a very good poem. You should definitely run it through the rigors of revision and continue to use it.
Blessings,
C
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OH....how I loved this poem!
The imagery and warmth sparked the memories
of my own newly born children
flooding my heart with those tender touches...scents
and simile's you used so brillantly.
oh....my....thankyou for sharing this true beauty of
a poem!
I could feel the memory of little one snuggled upon
my heart.
ears/Seattle
great write!
thankyou for sharing it with us!
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Such an awesome ode to your baby girl. Thanks for sharing your fondness of her with us all. I am sure she is just as beautiful as you describe. And the name is so fitting for such a precious gift. I wish you all the success as a parent and a poet and good luck in the contest.
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touching
i really loved the title and then what a beautiful poem! the awe of life and creation and the purity of this gift.
"I swear-
she must be a fallen angel;
For, she still has the dusts of eternity
whispered across those intricate eyelashes.
With clouded footprints,
ready to tiptoe across my life."
the imagery here is outstanding and gets rigth at my soul. great write
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i CAN PICTURE YOU SITTING IN YOUR ROCKING CHAIR HOLDING YOUR BABY, ENJOYING EVERY MOMENT
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Excellent
A fine write indeed. You expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done. -
all i can say, is keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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