In the darkest of times I become convinced
Mine inner depths need replenished
From the fathoms of oceanic consciousness
With self healing and nurturance
Thy intuition avoids the controls
Shape shifting internally to transpose
Though eternal hope ebbs and flows
Throughout this transformation
Self seeks repose
The emotions that ride
Vaunt with pride
Nonchalant they lack luster
At the epicenter
Measured as radial sphere
For across the waters of the soul’s cauldron
Through the depths of equilibrium
Daily is the desire for sacred union
Thy inner self finds this grail seldom
During the mist of dreams that are moonlit
Self seeks to be fluent while in transit
Thy energy...Thy conduit
From mine spirit escapes a groan
Aye, will these feelings ever be mine own?
Or will I become the Crone
Awaiting rebirth
Ever seeking mine own home?
For these are the reflecting tears.
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A contest entry
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875 points, ended November 16, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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This has such a classical feel to it. It was such joy reading it, poet...A very excellent poem...
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Oh wow! This is brilliant. I have not been on AP for a long time and am honored to read this poem first. I think it is so authentic and pure. I resonate deeply with your words as I feel this way often. There seems to be a rising sense of urgency for souls to evolve and become more, sense more and join the collective consciousness of love and humility. I have recently read "A New Earth" and realised again that the awareness and intention to change and evolve is all we need to get where we want. Being aware of subtle changes and reflecting upon one's own inner voice place you on that path. Anyway, well done again!!
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