By the firelight, a dream awakens.
When I write a poem, I do not know
what I am writing about, nor do I know
who really is speaking.
By the starlight, a dream unfolds.
Maybe it is the night, sending whispers through
the open window. Maybe it is the flame of this candle,
casting its bright shadow onto the parchment,
wanting to tell its story.
I'm getting sleepy. I should stop now.
But the voice within is not finished. It has more to say still,
and I believe in its words.
Author notes
Is it not magic, how words pour from a poet's pen as moonlight pours from the moon? Song flows so freely, and often poets wonder, what is the real source of all this melody? I am not thinking as I move this pen; I feel like an empty doorway, useful in its emptiness so that truth may pass through.
A contest entry
- real and magical by TOEchikira.
400 points, ended December 7, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - My first contest:Cantabile Thoughts #1 by treelhs.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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First of all,thank you for entering my contest!
Your poem seems very peaceful, but it contains a great deal of power.
I love the way you express your feeling and your love on poems:
"Maybe it is the night, sending whispers through
the open window. Maybe it is the flame of this candle,
casting its bright shadow onto the parchment,
wanting to tell its story."
I like this kind of scene very much!
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oh wow. and u say u cant make an experience. u just made a completely beautiful experience!! thank u!! this poem is beautiful and i love ur authors note. it adds even more to the depth of the poem and your poem describes the process of wu wei ((yay for chinese philosphy)) in a way. good luck
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