I’m always searching for that poem
Like a child lost from home
I look for it in the shapes of women
And in the tough faces of men
And never really hit the heart.
I’ve tore my own soul apart
Eager to recreate
The crucial equation
To replicate the precise,
Chemical persuasion
To burst open the Hoover dam
And let the floods open,
In the eyes of another
Because of glimpses caught on a train
Because of human empathy of pain,
Tossing and turning in the night
Watching the brain give up fight.
Searching in desert heat with no water
The body itself turning to sand
Looking in the eyes of the sky
For a sign it understands.
Author notes
This is an attempt to describe the process of creation and its scrutiny beneath the poets own desires to evoke the required response.
A contest entry
- For those who want to write good poetry and be recognized by tomisb.
1200 points, ended May 30, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I agree with Tom on this one. I liked the opening and I think you wrote a solid thought provoking piece. Good luck and thanks for entering.
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Oh that false God understanding. The one that gets you to accept the impositions, delays, and Acts of God because you have a good reason and understand.
But I am off on tangent. The opening verse has power, strong imagery and makes this reader really want to find out what brought this to the fore.
Please forgive me, but I think the Hoover Dam is too close to purple prose but the flood is a strong and meaninful symbol. We are so easily taken away but a sudden burst of inspiration.
I like the exploration, the images, the dynamic.
Thank you for entering the contest. Best of luck.
Peace, Tom B.
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