It flutters like lightning bug in jar
kept hidden in a dark place
away from prying eyes
or those who would set it free~
such a fragile, temporary thing.
It sings in light; its body
dancing frantically, wall to wall,
captured and captivating
in mysterious movements
of ritual sigh and swelling song.
In ventricle’s smothering potential,
where curves are lit and lustrous,
is the sound of wings breaking
and small beacon of Beloved
fading, sputtering, unkindly.
I wish to set you free, but ~
memory of your colors
will fracture in a million pieces
of a subsiding rainbow.
Brush against me, dearest longing,
imprint dust of these rushing years
like fingertips to skin
so I do not lose you altogether.
Know I long with you
to fly with butterflies
that wish to own our light.
Author notes
jpg = prompt, provided by contest holder.
A contest entry
- To Touch A Cloud by poet2angels.
700 points, ended February 6, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You really weaved a beauty here my dear friend!
Congrates on the HM, lovely place of mind, protect this light at all times.
Much love, Timothy
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This is absolutely astounding, the wording, phasing and flow are impecable. A wonderful write and a joy to read.
wyatt
xxx
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This is breathtaking and so very touching,..
"Brush against me, dearest longing,
imprint the dust of these rushing years
like fingertip to skin"
Your poetic talent expressed here so beautifully...
Lynda
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