there is an empty edge
we can never find
where a cloud becomes sky-
like, where a blue moment pales
to a whiteness
it lacks clarity,
though every measure
is larger than it seems
from far below
we cannot see the join,
our eyes, pooled, intensely
set and focused
with their shared, broken corners
tucked between us.
here the sky,
you must understand,
is a metaphor
for tomorrow,
that vast, eternal range of days
which also blends at ease
so,
whether we hold agnostic
hearts
and regardless of which idol, or whose
history we bow beneath,
it is the same vault arching
through us,
endless, unknown,
into which every prayer
is planted
while we are left to marvel
at the line between a seed
and its rain.
Author notes
Edits: 4 - My first 2009 Poem 
In a list
A contest entry
- Happy Birthday!!!! (~markgrif~) by PerfectImperfection.
1350 points, ended January 7, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Your 1st 2009 poem! I am honored.
I loved it.
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A most enjoyable read ... The depth proclaims its own beauty here, shuffling through sorrows into the palm of a hopeful heart. Very beautiful piece indeed. Wonderfully penned! Thank you so much for your entry!!!
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love this...and this porton, is a poem within a poem;
there is an empty edge
we can never find
where a cloud becomes sky-
like, where a blue moment pales
to a whiteness
it lacks clarity,
though every measure
is larger than it seems
from far below
we cannot see the join,
our eyes, pooled, intensely
set and focused
with their shared, broken corners
tucked between us.
as always...amazing
mal
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The vault of heaven crowns us each,
impassioned sage or witless fool,
no matter which, the same,
beneath it all we rise and fall
and ask from whence we came.
Happy New Year
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This is beautiful poetry - deep and vast and endless as the sky, and I see gold on the horizon.
~ Nicolette
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If this isn't gold, I don't know what it is.
Gorgeous.
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lovely.
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lovely.
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Nice. KInd of reminds me thoughts. I enjoyed it.
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the line between a seed
and its rain--- beautiful image!!!!
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Seems clouds are a place of inspiration for both of us these two days.
Hard to see past the clouds at the moment, but I think they are breaking. I'm optimistic, whether or not I should be.
It is a new year. It is a me year. No one pulling me down this time. (this refers to the idiot who took residence in my room for 3 years)
You do write metaphor beautifully.
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