He spoke of the moon,
of all relations,
stories handed down;
we gazed enchanted,
stars against a black sky
high above the jungle.
Some scoffed,
some praised,
so many warned,
still we followed.
Dark rivers,
dense forest miles
turned to weeks of meandering
paths beginning to make sense.
Ruins wrapped in roots,
the land reclaiming memories –
the origin of stories,
beginnings.
Broken stones
above two bodies
fill a shallow grave
adorned by hand-carved Ivory;
he talked quietly,
The People Of The Wind,
yet his words lingered,
ever-present,
like predators
stalking shadows
beneath the canopy
and a rain began to fall.
We left
remembrance intact;
so he sang
a foreign tongue
that lifted the fog
until dapples of sunlight
reached our hearts.
We arrived
collecting answers,
seeking understanding;
yet discovered
this simple man
to be our mystery.
Author notes
Prompt:
Lodestar: one who serves as an inspiration or guide
Idle Mind
A contest entry
- November Rounds #3 by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended January 12, 11 entries
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Wonderful
Very creative and well expressed. A terrific write. Thank you for sharing
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wonderful
The last stanza to me topped off the whole poem. It was enjoyable from the very first, held interest and painted a peaceful picture . An awesome flow, no hesitation . -
You have written a beautiful poetic story with a beginning, middle and end. You have learned the lessons of your story--telling guide by giving us enough to form an outline, but allowing our imaginations to fill in the blanks. The title is perfect as I believe life would be very dull if we ever stopped searching. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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The word chosen as prompt is in itself very inspiring...life knowing we all should hope.
As you wind us through ruins and legend, I feel the wisdom of ages handed-down as well as the corruption. We hopefully learn how to utilize experience to shield against such downfall. Your metaphors speak volumes. Blue
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There is a tenderness and softness about this piece that seeps into a reader.
I loved "Ruins wrapped in roots," - the sound, the images, the feel of the words - excellent use of language.
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"we arrived collecting answers." That is the edge of learning and I loved standing on it in your poem. Nicely done. ~Pamela
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