When visuals
become spiritual explosions
and monochrome moonbeams carry rainbows'
touch of possibility;
when Divinity reaches for the soft clasp:
the grasp of willingness;
when mountain becomes breathing atom, pulsation
of star-hungry rubble, awaiting
its translucent wings ...
Oh, continent of the frozen wait:
then this soul of mine
holds heaviness
as if it is a butterfly
...
..
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Author notes
Prompt:
scarlet moonbeams
swims in her eyes
like the color of nocturnal poem
bleeding like flesh wounds
-Sweet Sorrow
56 words
I wrote the essence of this as a comment
In a list
A contest entry
- Beneath The Darkness of Velvet Sky...Prompt is UP! by Sweet Sorrow.
1800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm not sure I understand the true meaning of the poem but I can appreciate the wonder of your words and the sweetness of the sorrow you express in it. Best wishes in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Excellent take onth egiven prompt. Thaks for sharing and goodluck
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There's magic in words!!!
You have captured so much with so few words! Visuals becoming spiritual explosians that then turns into lightbeams (intense!) that peaks in the fireworks of colour-it's just awesome!!! The image then turns into the sense of touch, to feel the powerfull rumble while holding onto the Divine. Then to be swept away defeating gravity, ending with a totality of peace of mind and soul....... This is so unconventional, but so pure, so perfect, the true essence of poetry! I applaud you, you a magician with words!
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Very lovely and a beautiful take on the prompt,
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This reminds me of the old saying: “Necessity is the mother of invention”. You have taken an apparent want and made it an accessible dream. As always I find so much genius in your poetry. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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The depths of high existence are fathomless, beyond most of what goes on in this plane. Except perhaps for a few instants in which we are allowed to see fragments that blow our minds and warm our hearts. Ack.
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This has the beauty and spiritual awareness of the great Christian mystics of the past. A lovely prayer/poem.
Excellent,
Bill
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Such a lovely poem you have penned here! Amazing write. Thanks for sharing this and best of luck to you in the contest
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OH, what lovely moonlight pearls
are within your poem!
Tender and wise is your ink of
heart and soul!
well done...pleasure to read your poem!
ears/Seattl -
A heavy soul can indeed flutter like a butterfly, in the ability of the owner to be able to let go and just sigh...
C
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good one!
The title suggests a sad theme, but you have made it a paradox! That hour of want is the creative moment, when we know clearly what we desire. This is the beginning of motivation, that clear vision of possibility that gets us moving.
I like the metaphoric images, especially
"monochrome moonbeams carry rainbows'
touch of possibility"
Good luck, sweetheart!
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