A frame, a frozen fear,
a year, a lifetime;
seque to another corridor
and mirrors play the parts,
past and future crossing in shadows.
A hand stirring night
and day, scrawls upon sands
and eyes that note
a single glassy grain
amongst the vast shifting sea
find a trace of passage
from a world unto a whisper
and winds carry the soft sound
to echo from a faraway mountain
to fade and fade until none can know
it was ever there
and the whoosh of winds
channels through a temple hall
to speak for the lost...
to answer a prayer, with a wish.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt - Abstract by AliceinPoetryLand.
2000 points, ended February 19, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Such passages of awe...this journey of shawdow...
so well-done ...keep scrawling on the sandy beach
and watch the sun...it checks in every day
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Wow! I am so impressed with the direction you have taken this prompt. Lovely flow of words: "find a trace of passage/
from a world unto a whisper" with unusual images. VEry contemplative. I enjoyed this very much.
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Wow, such an amazing piece. This is so full of beautiful imagery. It certainly does have that mystical feel to it, I have to agree. Thank you so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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Your poem has a mystical feel, like a prayer or wish said to the wind from the top of a mountain.
The way you show air and the softness you put into the imageries, is so very pleasing.
Lovely
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Your poem IS the colour blue, ethereal, sky and temple, made me think of the Aoleian harp. Beautiful.
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I could see the picture through your words, but more... i could feel this poem. such a light, airy feel about it, a woosh, a whisper... great writing, PK.
~ Nicolette
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