satiated,
you lay sleeping
beside me
my heart counts
each rise and fall
of your chest
I am mother earth,
milk and honey
to nurture you
I am a spreading oak,
shelter and shade
when life wearies you
I am a running river,
pure, refreshing
waters of forgiveness
and waiting.
Author notes
Theme: "Love and the word 'Patience'" - 50 words
A contest entry
- Love and the word 'Patience' by Virgoan.
500 points, ended April 22, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments and constructive criticism welcome.
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I love this..you are so talented with tone change! I love how the first stanza seems so human..and then..with such careful words and beautiful imagery..you take the readers on to a larger picture..and again..stunning ending..wonderful write..congrat on the HM
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What a tender moment. The newborn's a fascinating combination of the miracle of birth, amazing perfection of form, and perfect trust. Treasured contemplations, just watching their sleeping selves.
The concluding stanza and line bring to mind the thoughts that God slumberth not, neither doth He sleep, and His perfect, filling love watches over our waking to our need of His care.
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mediocrity at its finest.
very good.
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Yes, and the best part for the sleeper is the fact that they will awake to the love that awaits them. That is love in the purest essence. Beautifully expressed poem.
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Oh, this is simple, yet one of the most beautiful pieces I've read in a while.
I love concise, powerful poetry.
All the best dear,
Love, mj.
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