Longest night beckons for me to lay down my woes.
Old flesh and bone submit in grace to the earth.
While fragile blooms wither on my breast, they pray for my soul,
That some strange dawn will rise,
And I will be summoned by ephemeral hands to join a circle in the stars.
But my home in the earth has kindled a great love in me,
For the strong hands that made me, and there my fidelity remains.
With no dreams I sleep in her cold bosom
While my Mother consumes her offspring.
Transformed by my voracious brothers and sisters in this domain.
Only when short sighted black beetles are taken up by the winged ones
Will I know the victory of flight.
Author notes
inspired by this quote...
"i float in an endless sea of nothingness.
i decompose and rot; no Jesus to resurrect me."
Adsaige
A contest entry
- death is but a fine breath by adsaige.
700 points, ended December 25, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Well done
This reminds me a bit of Dylan Thomas, great flow.I like this allot
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Thanks very much, that's nice to hear.
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Wow, this poem is beautiful. I especially like the line "And I will be summoned by ephemeral hands to join a circle in the stars."
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This is strong and sure. My favourite line is 'While my Mother consumes her offspring' but the final couplet is a kicker too. Good luck in the contest.
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Thanks very much, Love your new avatar.
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Wow... Incredibly powerful piece. Last two lines gave me goosebumps. A profound write that captivates the mind. My third eye flutters in applause. (
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As always, great penmanship, great choice of words, just spectacular. You can take someone to a place they've never been, and show them that there is beauty in everything. Bravo. Much luck, Carolyn,
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~S.
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Thanks! I'm really glad you like it. I banged it out today for a contest that intrigued me.
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