A brush of starry paint on flaked walls,
provides birth a bearable moment.
From ancient reflections invoke divine calls,
for each pain enlightment through season's scent.
The anathema exists only into dried grounds,
whilst change of frame releases life-giving wealth.
The greens still vivid by earthly bounds,
and thoughts like prayers center on each human health.
Some bodily gesture embodies a waiting brood,
sadly this alphabetic isolation gambled away for a dime.
The winged hand of wholeness touches ancestal blood,
and stony memories will survive the doom of Time.
Author notes
Picture Inspired. Picture is from Matthew Slade
Malachite formation 2. Found on obsessionart.com
A contest entry
- Quickie Anyone?? by Sweet Impatience.
950 points, ended November 8, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Third line I would change to vivid fourth line I would add on before each sounds better - This is fantastic - you did a fabulous job with this piece
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thank you, I really appreaches your thoughts on my writings and help on grammar
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You did a brilliant job on this poem. I love where you took the prompt .. this is an outstanding piece.. the imagery is beyond words for me.
good luck
kat
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Outstanding
This is the first poem I've read of yours in rhyme and this is impressive. The imagery is unexpected :
The winged hand of wholeness touches ancestal blood and suggests that birth is a very human experience one as old as the dawn of time. I thought this was an interesting poem with great flow. Best of luck in the contest.
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Wow
I thought Giving birth would be different! I ohh the horror stories i have heard! well written, great flow!
Blessings
Rend
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Thank you
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