Sometimes,
sadness mortars
life’s lessons.
Beyond,
between,
all around
and closing in
when needed least,
are dry dusty perceptions.
Words form without effort
from dark,
forgotten places,
departing society;
and echo.
Until they are:
read,
met
with
curiosity,
understood;
they are but pieces
of desperate love
searching to be held.
Author notes
A contest entry
- Between by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended October 28, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An accomplished piece of poetry and a worthy gold winner.
Congratulations,
Bill
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This is beautiful Ken, You almost have two pieces because at 'dusty perceptions' you could have easily left it and it would have worked as strongly. Well done on your Gold. Well deserved
C
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Thank you my friend, and yes I did think to stop there.
ken
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Congratulations on the Gold, this is an amazing work. pleasure to read and ponder.
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Your control of sound and motion in this marvel is impeccable and you have nailed the prompts beautifully from the dusty perceptions of cracked walls, to the words, met with curiosity that give this verse hope; understanding and knowledge of the space between, which is transient.
Unafraid to acknowledge desperate love, you show us its vulnerability in the search to be loved, and that searching is OK. You make us realize how sadness can cripple us, keep us stuck and stagnant. Exceptional depth and wisdom in this beautiful verse.
Thank you for a remarkable entry to my contest. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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I have so missed your poetry...
“If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.” ~ C.S. Lewis
You have done a topnotch job on this. The maturity of style and purpose absolutely shine through the thin fabric of your vision.
Wonderfully enigmatic. There is so much to like about this poem.
Good luck in the contest.
~ crissy ♥
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Wonderfully scripted and a very moving write. The end stanza is brilliant. Best to you in the contest!
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Words can certainly be a comfort for us poetical types. I don't think everyone understands that.
Enjoyed your write.
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"dry, dusty perceptions"...
a magnificent centering to this write.
What it conveys to me is those inner parts
that refuse to be changed or even diminished.
Those parts that remember all past experience
and bring it into play whether warranted or not.
Desperate ends the write and reflects back to
these intricate shadings. Love is only genuine
understanding of what another can and can't be,
and accepting as-is. You've really hit home with
me on this one. Thank-you for that. Blue
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