as I turn pages
over spiral,
past is written indelible.
blank papers beckon,
impending waiting to be written.
this is not a plot conceived;
before, to put in black and white,
but an uncharted voyage
penning its travelogues,
keeping known behind
mystery before,
an unfolding flower of beauty.
uncertain though
till those smooth petals;
break open in silent.
life is a journey
moment to moment
destiny is only at hind sight.
Author notes
A contest entry for:
transcendentalism
A contest entry
- transcendentalism by unraveled.
400 points, ended January 28, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this was a stunning write full of imagery and just chocked full of emtion! I really liked this piece so much! Hopefully, I can find the time to read more of your stuff soon! I have a few contests going on right now....so time is not real handy! Thanks again for the brilliant share!
Best wishes!
*~(\*/)~*Heroesrox*~(\*/)~*
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you know, i think this has nothing and yet everything to do with transcendentalism at the same time. it's just not as direct as most of the other entries.
the last six lines are my favorite.
thank you for yourentry,
-cassidy
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thank you so much
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destiny is only hind sight
so true
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a wonderful poem dad I love your imagery the last stanza is brilliant good luck in the contest
maralisa
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