the seas know the ways of clouds
water drops have it to fall and gather
trickles become cascades from mountains
that meander to marshy deltas, and freedom to be
a fog before sunrise, or a human tear
but I find the path less certain
where questions become echoes
and darkness hides nothing;
and I am the sea that has forgotten
the path of the river, the rise over hills
and slow easy descent of morning mists.
The compass of life sits over
an untended wheel; adrift in absence
one true self, for time makes a mirror
of the air before our eyes. Resolve comes
after the uncovered moment, from within.
The one star we seek burns as brightest light,
hunger becomes the knowledge of need;
want, the harbinger of deeds done,
the sea remembers its way to the skies
and faith will be as waters in the stream
flowing to a boundless dream, remembered.
Author notes
PK
A contest entry
- November Rounds #4 by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended February 7, 2009, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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At times the path seems easy and almost mechanical, but every life has roadblocks and detours as you have so aptly shown. It is then that the challenges begin. We must decide if we will fragment or regroup, seek guidance or brazen it out by ourselves.
As you have shown so often in the past, you can offer a moral lesson clothed in natural images and hopeful wording. Thank you for your entry, and I look forward to your poem in the next round. Peace, Liz -
This has a Buddhist feel, cyclical in ones return to origins. I was particularly captured by the first stanza. And of character - the ability almost instinct to see where we have gone astray and repair the path, attend to the wheel.
very well crafted.
ken
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hey a very good poem...I could actually feel the sea rising up to da clouds...very good nd deep expression..
But,in da 1st line" the seas know the ways of clouds"
I think it should be "the sea knows the way of clouds"..please do correct da mistake...othrwise a vry deep poem...gud wrk!!! -
I liked it how you made thoughts evolve from 'being lost' to 'find the way again'. The lines trace a course like the rivers searching its way.
Made me think of how life goes, and how we find ourselves when all seems so hopeless.
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