wait...
between each breath
stolen floodtides
span knowing
feathers, soars
wind thermals above waves
turquoise and tears
gather ever glistening
sea and sunbeam
scroll the ancient song
of wings
In a list
A contest entry
- Filigree by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended December 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I wish I could fly...
sighs. So beautiful.
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I hadn't thought of a phoenix, but yes, sometimes it takes that sort of thrust to rise above the dust and ashes, and that's the amazing thing about aspiration and desire.
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stunnning
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Very well done.. Makes you wanna float up there with the bird. And wouldn't that be nice. I have came down in a parachute, but not the same kind of float. Loved the poem.
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Not the same thing with all the trussings to parachute, but still a rush of adrenaline, I'm sure! I'm so very earthbound, except for the realm of poetry and imagination. It has taken me a while to get off the ground there, too.
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taken a while to get off the ground....
i am just now running across you in midflight. you must have launched phoenix like.
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Though I have seen much less ugliness than some (a soldier in Iraq, for instance), my soul seems to be in need of frequent cleansing. Poems like this do that for me. The poem is as free as its subject. The photo and sky blue background add to the soaring feeling. Thanks for dusting me off a bit.
M
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I have to shake the earth off sometimes, too, Mark. Poetry is an amazing deep breath that reminds me there is beauty, too, in symmetry and grace. There is often wind beneath wings we don't know we have when we don't have time to look up.
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turquoise and tears...
Ahhh. I loved those lines. Thank you for these figure eights, filigree of heights and freedom. A beautiful poem for this contest.
Thank you and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Thank you, Pam, for seeing the filigree. I see it often in wings and waves, sometimes in the bubbles on the sand as the ocean draws a breath and then swirls new patterns on the beach. The birds especially make lace of the wind...
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I sort of see not just a flight of wings but one of emotions too...those tears, that bated breath, the stolen floodtides sits as an ambiguous scale that can tip to either side...
Sometimes reading your poetry is like looking at the clouds...I see more things the longer I look...which is also like the mirror whenever I look into it...today as I stared, I looked like Dolly Parton....
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LOL... Somehow, I just can't picture a Dolly Parton reflection of Yem at all! I
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You have to squint
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I love this... i read it four times and these lines are wonderful:
turquoise and tears
gather ever glistening
sea and sunbeam
scroll the ancient song
of wings
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excellent~
This is beautiful sis...
I too love the turquoise and tears....
Best of luck in the contest
This is a winner in my book
Hugs
Your sis
Susan~~~
I just posted a new one too drop by when ya can
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I promise to drop by soon. Turquoise is magical, one of the warmer soft gemstones. In the ocean it is fluid! Thank you for being such a receptive audience! The gentle words are much appreciated and I'm encouraged.
love, Karen
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Beautiful metaphors in your poem. They tell me a story
wings flying above "turquoise and tears". Oh to grow wings, I would fly too.
Best of luck in the contest
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The joy in your comment is wonderful. Thank you! It's nice to meet you and I hope to visit your page often!
~Karen
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Such a splendid picture of the sea. This is captivating and carries the reader along on the rhythm of the wording.
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Thank you, Ed. It's good to be in touch again. Do stay warm. Winter is making itself apparent. I think I shall leave the sea to curl in upon herself and I shall curl near the fire indoors!
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