I have been looking for you in the smattered hush
as the play awaits its beginning
my heart and mind signaled by the final dimming of lights
and the parting of protective curtains
at that moment when you display a form of truth
so softly that I can feel your fingers upon my skin
I will want to touch back
or be clutched so harshly that I must resist being taken.
The cache of my humanity surfaces in the form you give it
dreams gauzed in hopes too short for time's expanse
conflicted resolutions brought home to my applause,
you bow toward me to thank me for my story
and I toss you roses.
A contest entry
- Write a Poem to Me by Girl-Interrupted.
500 points, ended December 8, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great! I love how it ends. Its so unexpected. Great job, you definitely deserve the gold!
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I am pleased that you took the time to think this through.
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This is fabulous, I can see why it is adorned in gold, some of the phrasing in this piece was just amazing. Well done. Best to you in the contest
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The cache of my humanity surfaces in the form you give it
dreams gauzed in hopes too short for time's expanse
conflicted resolutions brought home to my applause,
you bow toward me to thank me for my story
and I toss you roses.
i thought the ending to this was the best...all the emotion you get out of thier performance and then you toss them roses...it all brings it into perspective doesn't it? great job here. thanks for sharing. peace always..kp
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"The cache of my humanity surfaces in the form you give it" ...my words are inadequate to describe the depth to which i love this poetry.
Knowing that you exist makes me happy. Pen on poet.
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Congratulations on the Golden Chalice!!
This poem is one of the best I've read in a long while. 
Thank you for sharing. 
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The end surprised me. It was a lovely twist to have the lady performing something that you wrote.
"the moment when you display a form of truth"--The speaker is completely wrapped up in the performance, as I was in your poem. Bravo! -
I am doubtful that there is such a thing as a 'muse." I think that poetry is a hidden language that waits for opportunities, words that reassemble when we let them. Thank you for reacting to the words that spoke for me.
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wow
dreams gauzed in hopes too short for times expanse
great poem beautiful line -
Excellent
A very fine write, indeed. You always express yourself with clarity. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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great. the length is perfect. beatuiful word usuage. you paint a vivid and hushed picture.
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Wow this captures their light indeed, a dream life quantum effect of balance for shore.... as you play to the rain in quick comment with your naighbour or within the great halls of Sydney, each moment captured and inspired so my friend,
w water and a crystal
-JAS
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Quite a good piece that did leave me longing for more, though after a second read, I seemed to be satisfied that really, this is a piece that seeths perfection from its length and what is being visioned by each line. Great entry indeed.
G.
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this is very beautiful... i love the story line! thank you for entering and the best of luck to you!
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