Standing beside the horizon, I meditate in tornadoes,
silent on the meaning of life that often escapes me,
where is the humanity dwelling, why is its existence,
who has created pleasures, wetting tears, agile agonies.
I think of all those, who are thorn pinched by miseries,
have requested from almighty, the dignity, divine entity,
calling all those, who browse their lives in mirages,
believed, or did not believe of their destiny's infinity.
I remain amazed here to sway at this phenomenon mystical
witnessing a clamor rising in azure distances fugitive,
little by little I see a supernatural sign accompanying
an isolated cry takes the scale of a mysterious appeal.
At end of dusk, I become expressive with words sprouting,
responding my interior's lone whispers that I need to know,
Where all the angels, why they don't rescue, promises gone,
'cause God said,"I'm close to you, I'm on the other side. "
Author notes
Picture Prompt
Credit: AMERICANPSYCHO
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt-10 entries by TwilightDazzles.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ohh what a nice take on the picture. I really enjoyed the language of this piece. The first stanza is my favorite. Beautifully done! Thanks for entering and best wishes in the contest
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What a fantastic take on the picture. I love the imagery and the flow so very much. Great word choice as well. Good luck in the contest and keep it flowing
Much love
Ylova
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