The river shines
like phantom crystal,
reflecting wishes
hopes and dreams.
From the kiln of grace,
smoke wisps curl,
spelling out wishful thinking.
Lying in August sun
I remember his fist,
but it is a hollow
remembering kept
in the hollow of a
healed heart.
A Burgundy cloth
shimmers on an altar
I will never again
kneel before.
Now an autumn ceiling
drifts on the sweet key of G,
reminding me life is finite.
An out of tune violin
screeches as my quest
comes to an end.
In a list
A contest entry
- You Choose - No Rules by Dalaney.
1200 points, ended December 6, 2008, 23 entries
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Tell me what you think, but kindly, please.
Comments
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"The river shines like phantom crystal..." What a beautiful opening line for this wonderful poem! Thank you for your entry - you truly shine as well
Love, Lane
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Great imagery. Well done.
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