Through tiers of veils I dimly stare
to witness stained glass morning light,
nerve ends alive and highly strung
I feel its quiver, touch its flight.
Through smeared and broken window panes
I view the world with clouded eyes,
where shapes and colours blend and melt
like sails that billow, bend and rise.
Nothing in front, nothing behind
just phantom shadows in the mist,
thrilling and dreadful holy visions
waxing statues that ne’er exist.
Wraiths that dwell in an underworld
prismatic morphs of dusk and dawn,
my eyes dance in a private field
of teeming green and rising fawn.
Music lit by its own cold moon
like silver threads inside my soul,
my canvas washed in secret hues
colours my world in vibrant scrolls.
A contest entry
- Friends old and new by melphleg.
700 points, ended November 20, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wonderful poem. Very well written. You must know I enjoy Tolkien for your reference to wraiths. Outstanding piece of poetry.
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this was breathtakingly beautiful - i can't say any more than that but truly it took my breath away.
not only did you encompass many of the senses [sight, hearing, feeling, taste], I was taken away to another land from the very start, when I read, "to witness stained glass morning light," - it was equisitively written, truly,
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This poem really captivated me, my friend from the beginning to the end. What an outstanding write you have here which I truly thank you for sharing it with me. I wish you the best in the contest and God Bless you and yours...
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grabs the attention
Written from he heart, loved particularly the first and last verses. Well done.
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Quite moving and thinking poetry....
What would things look like to me if I were blind? Yes, surely they wouldn't work quite the same way, but even darkness has a certain color about it. And then, not being able to see the same old thing everyone else does, you could paint the whole world inside of your head the way you see it.
I love the flow of this. I had to stop halfway through it to go back to the beginning and read it aloud. It has a certain musical quality about it.
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with the smooth flow of your words the beauty of nature flows into the mind of the readers too....powerful expressions make it lovely to enjoy in blindness too..
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I love this poem i mean it was golden, you have outdone yourself with this one, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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excellent
Music lit by its own cold moon
like silver threads inside my soul,
my canvas washed in secret hues
colours my world in vibrant scrolls
a good work
love
Aparna Agarwal
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reading this,
i imagine this is what blindness is. i love the descriptions, of everything. the second stanza is my favorite.
Through smeared and broken window panes
I view the world with clouded eyes,
where shapes and colours blend and melt
like sails that billow, bend and rise.
beautiful imagery from a dark mind.
good write. :
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