when you are silent
the weight of all silences
rests in the bowl of
your broken dreams
when you speak
it is in cloud shadows
that reach to
horizon’s end
when you show yourself
you are sun through
tree leaves in dots and dashes –
the Morse code of your heart
in days with color I
splash you on my canvas
in browns and blues
and in grey days I
paint you lighter
than the landscape
when you bleed
you bleed your seed
into my warm soil . . .
the flowerbed
of your dreams
A contest entry
- Eternal Love (Quote Prompt) by Sandygram.
1200 points, ended December 6, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This poem is like a painting in Autumnal colours, capturing transient beauty in passive permanence. I immediately liked it and felt a kinship with it because it so thoroughly amplifies my own feelings about how light, shade, and the sun's warmth can ignite that feeling inside us that can only be described as 'love'.
Thank you so much for sharing this. You have made my day so much lighter, so much warmer...
~ crisstiena ♥
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wonderful
my heart could follow your beat Morse code thunderous allusion
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Different Direction
you have taken with the prompt. Your offering is still rich in imagery, flowing smoothly throughout.
Best of Luck!
Respectfully,
Silent Hawk
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A great take on the contest prompt. Lovely imagery you have penned. Thank you for entering our contest. This was a pleasure to read this afternoon. Best of luck to you. Take care, Sandy
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I ADORE "Morse Code of your heart"
I also love the bleeding and soil. You impress me more everytime I read you, although the trophy I gave you remains my favourite, I always go back to it 
It fills me with something I didn't know I needed - does that make sense? You're full of surprises; and I am endlessly grateful for your presence here
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I love this, and know this feeling currently. Beautiful piece.
I wish I could write something else on this, but I can't. You've taken all of my words away. Amazing job!
♣ Tegan
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Interwoven into observations ...
and decoded by awareness, the shifting landscape of the beloved defines also the one who loves and who observes: in auditive beauty the poetic play of shadow and of sun; the browns and blues and greys tenderly brushed. I simply LOVED all but one phrase is so special to me:
in grey days I
paint you lighter
than the landscape
You know, Poet, this can be read on several levels; the you of the poem can be alter ego; ego even ... or observing the Divine displayed in his Creation! For: those exit lines takes the preceding words to a spiritual level.
So very well done. Such a sure Gold, this one. For me it is.
Thank you for your poetry on this website. It gives me such delight.
Myra
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It's like the portrait of a lady. I see someone quiet, someone who got hurt but is now healing.
This is beautiful (:
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"tree leaves in dots and dashes –
the Morse code of your heart"
- that is so excellent,
this is so beautiful, Garrison, this poem makes me feel how love brings you that person who is there for all the days and whatever they bring. enjoyed this...excellent poem=)
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I agree with Nic, your poem stirs all the senses. Such a beautiful sight to the mind.
Mari
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And you paint love so beautifully in all it's colours of longing, yearning, closeness, landscapes and gardens. This one speaks to all the senses - just like love - beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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You, you would write something like this, huh?
Within a landscape. .A whole, beautiful, understated, remarkably deep and sensitive metaphor on a personal experience with a blazing innate tenderness to every word which sits, by the passing days above an ancient well. With lines soft and sweet as the blush of warm flesh, naturally spoken and painted in calm subtlety. Classical symbolic aspects, making it universally touching- with that ever present gentleness of tone--- you'd do it using "when", which would take me a while to even take note of, it would need nothing more than human eyes to see it; and it would melt everyone, as usual, and I'd read it "ten" times over. .. . Now. People will think I'm mildly psychotic-- fair enough. (By the way, I don't give ANYONE credit for sanity. . .(
-- maybe I do)). lol.
-it's damn perfect, every. damn. bit.
I'll be back.
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