Struggling like violent waves,
I seek to find a peaceful shore
for in life, we all have a path,
and what we choose,
can make or mar who we become.
Consciously; yet numb,
out of sheer depression, lethargy grips me.
The sanity of a parched heart snafus my spirit;
thus; I remain calm, in this chasm of time,
I bridge the gap by berating the stranger in me.
In every aspect, from the sight of a child
to the sigh of a dying breath,
life's ever so flowing fountain
runs through us all with passion.
By rebuking these foul thoughts,
redolent fragrance filters through my soul.
As I begin to mend those broken pieces,
I smell the freshness of spring.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Black Narcissus.
7000 points, ended December 20, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You have such beautiful poems always you do. Great job! My mind I don't know what else to write besides that it is beautiful!
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Very beautifully, penned and I love where your thoughts took you with this picture.m Yes ther is much passion in life that we often ignore and then miss out on so much.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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I loved this poem!
The reality of your first stanza is searing. The burn from such a flame is cleansing. A very captivating truth is written within these lines. And you say you cannot write with the skiill and passion that I use to write with. BULLSHIT! This is some mad poetry Mack. You know you're one of the best so trash the modesty. I wish you well in this challenge.
Much Love ♥
Mom
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