I have no need for poetry
or Apollo's flow.
When sun dangles from its rays
in depths of maze,
confusion catches rats in ground covers
and in crawling dignity of humble knowing:
there is only one way Out.
Show then the evidence
of failure; the downpour
of drabble and of droop.
Let gold turn tin; let ancient seconds
capture seasons; see then a sea
of vast ejaculation.
No more, the visionary soul cries, no more
extravagance of flush.
Let blood subside in softer colors
of ribbons taken to release a gentle curl.
Let flowers shout
in rhyme:
Oh Breeze,
bring us a drop of water;
in this everlasting drought,
a timeless chime ...
Author notes
Poets need no instructions.
Photo: Myra 2009: Shaping Art
A contest entry
- Cloud My Eyes (and help me see...) by DevinCora.
950 points, ended March 24, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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refreshingly honest, and just lovely
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Once again I hear your lamentation as a beautiful song from an honest heart. We are all unworthy, and yet, we have been accepted as worthy. What a great gift.
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If my muse weren't in South Africa on vacation I could respond in verse to yours. Alas, for the moment, I must partake of poetry vicariously. Every time I click on yours I learn a lesson in humility and honesty. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Even your social commentary has a beautifully spiritual feel . . . which is the entire point of this one. Spiritual drought encompasses the globe, but, as they say, the times they are a changin', and to each the choice will be very clear.
Wonderful . . . excellent. You never disappoint.
Garrison
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The line visionary soul cries hits home with me spiritually... Oh for that drop of rain in times of drought in our own lives. Well written again my friend, Blessings.
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Prompted
You answered the prompt with perfection / knowing your destination, I discern the motivation of your words. If not for that, I would think you had joined ranks with me. (lol)
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