I shall never touch their face,
nor lie upon any lofty pillow
and my heart will not taste their puffy blooms.
Still they are the stairs
my mind still burns to ascend,
to imagine this vale
where I languish
was not the cellar of my life.
Though its airy scent always eludes,
despite the wings that won’t sprout
as plumes of my desires,
inside the eagle dwells,
refusing to be chained
by the cesspool claws,
which don’t cease to snare
regardless of the plot or plan.
As long as there is breath in my day,
pulse to remind I am more than peril flotsam
trapped where horizons I dream
vanish as mirages,
then feathers shall I write upon tomorrow,
because to do otherwise
would be a death
before the grave is opened.
Author notes
4-"We dream of happiness, a life far from misery
such fellowship is impossible to shatter
before death hits,
so why wish for liberation from this adversity?" Alyzeh
A contest entry
- WRITE! by luna-midnight.
700 points, ended December 16, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow...this is excellent. wonderful take on her prompt. nd good luck.take care
Stephanie ♥ -
a brilliant take on the promt your emotions and imagery are wonderful and my favourite stanza is stanza four good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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Brilliant!
I love how you took the prompt to the next level and were creative with it. This is truly inspirational. Great work and an excellent write. Thank you for entering the contest, and good luck to you
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Uplifting
"I am more than peril flotsam
trapped where horizons I dream
vanish as mirages." Thank goodness there are people like you who refuse to wallow in the deep valleys of life and prefer to gaze above the clouds. Thank you for this piece of inspiration.
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