Rocks tumble, then divide;
stars fall, then collide.
When clouds burst with light,
the wealth of life rain provides.
Creatures, caught in film of air
both fair of feature and of light,
frolic without care at edge of moon
in brief twilight. We think to see,
our hopes blossom and set free,
these wonders at the doorstep
of the world where we be.
The edge of clouds dance
shift shades from gold to peach,
until upon a blood red beach
as waters flow, we are bid
a sweet good night. So walk
with me, where dreams try to reach
in the caverns where night sleeps,
take a step beyond this land
know to man and walk beyond
where the fey and wondrous can.
Magic is not make believe. Once
the turn of mortal needs no longer
rule and we discover miracles are
ours to demand. Pinion born, worn
in wind, hearts pulsed leap to skies
beyond the weathers whim. The sea,
the lake no longer pitched to storm,
but calmed by hand raised in benediction.
now, a part of our wiser fate.
Step forth from the mystic shore;
leave behind the naked trees,
winter’s torments, all the bodies sores;
forget the withered shell, the bones
grown frail, joints that creak and ache.
Upon the place where time comes at last
to halt , here you see the spirit fly
in a land faith is taught. While some
still cling to soil and cloth,
others rend their souls, cry out
they are not good enough, upon
this place of life from dreaming wakes.
As we divine our earth with logic
twice proven scientific law and follow
the rut run straight and true by times
refusal to bend or be more than two
dimensional rule, curse not the life
you lead, but see how willing you are
to be free. It is not death that strikes
the manacles from the flesh.
This moment, you are always
awaits to bring you to its breast.
Life is not a song of heroics or a dream
found on morrow’s wings. Life belongs
to those whose soul sings free from mind
turns to stand against the hailing storms
of time. In this moment you can find
the heaven with where the world
reechoes its every essence divine.
11:39 PM • 06/13/09 • Alexandria, VA
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Imagery by ennovy.
700 points, ended June 17, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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now i have to go look at the picture as you have painted a marvelous one with your words. thank you for sharing. as always, you have left me impressed. viyanna rosemarie
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I think I might be improving. Scary thought.
Peace,
Tom B.
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i love thi
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Thank you
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Great job!
This is an amazing piece. It flowed well and kept me mesmorized. Thanks for sharing such a great piece of work!
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I am deeply complimented. Glad I could provide the beauty.
Peace,
Tom B.
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Honored
Peace,
Tom B.
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This poem took me and did take me again, and did take me once more leaving me standing
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I gather
that you have been carried away. 
I am more than a little complimented. May it support you in letting your life dance away with you.
Peace,
Tom B.
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I am left speechless.
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I hope not for long. Magic is a simple as a twist of the wrist, a moment when we see without mediation of mental claptrap.
Peace,
Tom B.
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WOW...you did this poem off that picture prompt!
Fabulous....i loved how you truly released your inner
voice.....in this poem!
That last paragraph...reminded me of standing at the
peak of Lake Diablo...where supposedly the portals
of hell dwell....and everyone there was quiet...
as if they were standing in church.
wise pearls in this poem..thankyou...for the
precious jewels I shall wear!
ears/Seattle
well done!
love how you pull upon the metaphors and give
them life!
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Thanks. This is one of my more expansive pieces and with practice they are beginning to makes sense. I have a rather exuberant and passionate spiritual side.
Love, Tom B.
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These two sets of lines...
Step forth from the mystic shore;
leave behind the naked trees,
winter’s torments, all the bodies sores;
forget the withered shell, the bones
grown frail, joints that creak and ache.
While some
still cling to soil and cloth,
others rend their souls, cry out
they are not good enough, upon
this place of life from dreaming wakes.
are very well put together. Your concluding stanza just puts everything together (as it should) but in a way to draw the reader back to the opening. It is a piece that needs two, perhaps three views... but that's okay. The first reading might make one believe he's missed something too important not to go back to discover.
Nicely done poet.
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Thanks for taking the time to provide a more insightful and thoughtful look at my piece. I am glad to hear you say after the whirlwind pace of meter and beat it still call you back for another read.
Peace,
Tom B.
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wow, this is exquisite, hun. the imagery was stunning and very well displayed within your words. such beauty lies within the times of each word.
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This is both the beat and verse. Sometimes the way the rhythm twines and calls the verse is as important as meaning held within the words.
Thanks for enjoying the dance.
Love,
Tom B.
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the poem is very long and I don't have a big attention span, but this kept my attention through the whole thing. The imagery is beautiful. "Rocks tumble, then divide;
stars fall, then collide.
When clouds burst with light,
the wealth of life rain provides"
I absolutely love this first stanza.
You did an amazing job. Keep up the awesome work.
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The dance is claimed with the first step, the poem catches the soul in its opening lines. Your attention is, just, fine. You seek a reason and a spell to keep you held fast to a moment's dream. Where others creak and sway, leaving you wondering why did I come this way, I caught you with rhythm and dance so you came along until the last beats cadence declared it was done. I am sure you never stop to worry about your attention span when you are focused on what you love or allow you to celebrate the joys you found in this life. Thanks for sharing your moments of joy and that I was partly the cause for the time employed.
Love,
Tom B.
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amazing
how you see so much, your words are amazing to me...i am in awe
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This one spilled one word after another over the damn and spilled upon my pen driving me to write when I should be going to bed. And when I was drained dry and I had dotted the final i, the night came home and called me to sleep. My vision of a world be spelled and we who hide in times lie swept away on currents fast so we never see the heaven about us that lies in every immediate moment or catch sight of the wonders of the world and the creatures that dance in it, except in fairy tales and moments awakening from more than a dream. What can I say, who am battered and burned in this world that dances with dollars and calls us to come to the counter with cash in our hands and I am just a fool with nothing to sell but dreams.
Love,
Tom B.
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I love what you saw in the picture and how it inspiered you to connect emotionally. This is worded so well; beautifully metaphoric.....thank you for entering our contest...novy & brazos
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I cast my net for dreams and all these silver fishes were in my catch. I shared the wealth of these sparkling gems so you could know the dance of magic that had soaked, salty, into my skin.
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Your Picture?
Why have you changed to the Dove of peace, Aka... The Holy Spirit?
IS IT SOMETHING ABOUT FINDING THE PEACE? , Your poem, delightful and insightful, I hope you are happy and have truly found the Peace of God! Please pray for me..... -
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It is in line with my journey.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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