Upon wings,
dreams carried away
reaching ethereal apex;
coasting upon that
place beyond stars -
sifting through hope
yet traveling, far;
swimming into mystery
reaching stellar evolution
spreading despite,
angst and, revolution.
It is there, still
nothing to stop it
but a body ,mind or spirit
afraid to soar, to open
the heart, embrace
the moments and accept
what we are. Human.
A contest entry
- The Beauty of Being Unfinished by Heart Sutra.
1100 points, ended November 30, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Indeed, WE are all "human"! Your words penetrate the heart, and share the reality that we are prone to make mistakes. Beautiful words from a beautiful poet. I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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Interesting perspective here in this poem...the idea that humans are unfinished and beautiful. Thank you for sharing your poem.
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Very true depiction here as I sing in agreement to this vision...wonderful imagery indeed! Good luck in the contest
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Truly we are. Thanks LL
Carrie
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Beautifully penned. This one prompts the heart to soar.
Good luck in the contest.
Garrison
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Good job...
To err is human... However, you prove that to awe is human as well.
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Love your style, sis. 
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I love this, it sounds almost sixties as I can hear it in my mind being read in the style they used to back then in the old days. Love the rhyme scheme and the bit about revolution.
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awesome..
no, actually you're awesome-human! love this piece Lady L.
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