Nothing of seclusion and of wall
could take away the memories of her.
He wrote exactly what he saw and felt.
Of course there was a bond
so fragile in his harsh mortality of sob
but strong:
A song forever sung
with endless hum ...
without a stop.
Yet in his heart there was a vision soft:
the knowing that not maze
nor cloister door
could cut to separate
their moment shared
before the Fall.
He listened while he prayed.
She then arrived
with rustling sound ...
And he was safe.
Author notes
Prompt:
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” ...
Picture: Angel at Rest by Tadiello
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A contest entry
- Sylvia And I Want To Extend An Invite ... by righteousme.
1400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Hmmm... you took a beautiful take on the quote. I honestly don't know how I would respond to that quote myself. You formed such a simple beauty; I hate when people rely on a thesaurus (sp?) to show the reader details. Thanks for sharing!
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i love the piece in itself ... not sure how you took the prompt to that but i dont need to ... thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest ...
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This write is deeper than it may appear to some
The Fall, He longed, She arrived and then he felt safe
I can see the depth of it, and you are quite right
It has nothing to do with desire, but the longing of ones wholesomeness, that once wasEnjoyed reading you
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very nicely written.
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Desire is conditioned by illusion, hope guided by awareness. In rare instants of harmony that life seems to prevent whenever it can, secular want appears stripped of all false grandeur; a frame of mind that attempts to keep us away from our destiny and compels us to an ugly fate. We should more often listen more carefully to the whisper of intuition, ignoring the cries of desire. Thank you for creating and sharing this wonderful poem, precious soul. I wish you the best of luck in the contest. Ack.
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good luck in the contest is all I can say...
Your poem speaks for itself. God bless you pretty poetess
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I like the gentle flow and rhythm in this poem than anything else. good work.
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