Window darkens with deep night
but my hands create sunlight
gold and bronze
faces of ancestors
I have no name for
but know between slats of shadows
in this barred present.
Running my fingers on clay,
I braille stories rising
like Samarian language
only my soul translates
and a wetted fingers
erases authenticity
to add my own prints.
By accident, I glance up
and see rain writing its own story
etching lines in glass
that tomorrow’s light will erase.
I know what this means.
Tell me, you know as well
before I lie down to rest my head on stone.
Author notes
Prompt - striped
In a list
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A contest entry
- Word Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended January 23, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You capture the awakening of spirit and soul. How we leave the ego-centric universe with all of its vibrant and powerful impressions to wake to all the universes we dance with. How fortunate you are to be able to see with and egalitarian sense and not the need to act defensively. There is a humblness in that felt by those who by their actions walk a singular path.
Love, Tom B.
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Ty, tomisb, sometimes it is a lonely path, but it is a path.
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Simply fabulous. I just love what you did with this prompt. So creative and a feast for the mind.
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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ty Alice, for the reason to write this poem and for the gold!
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Sighhh...You know I come to your pages to feed my ravenous soul, don't you? And there is always a feast waiting for me, like you knew I was coming...I thank you for your hospitality, your grace & for always, ALWAYS setting the finest table, my Sister.
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Oh then, it must have been written just for you!
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Such a thunderous vision of stripe, the spirit wet with will and wonder...fatastic poem my friend
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ty Kaiba, my dear friend. So little has pushed me to write these days. I have cabin fever bigtime and am awaiting confirmation of a trip down to visit my siter and brother in Yuma. I think I am going just before Feb 10th, but am awaiting some decisions.
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