Wild… like a flower,
slightly different in shade. Planted alone
to gather the sun within infinate directions.
Soul not-so-gently growing into ardent arches
pleading love,
and pursuing happiness ~
only to gift it away…
Seeking a place to blend, and never again
be forgotten ~ I begin anew,
collecting strands from hand me down dreams~
braiding them into writing, an attempt
to stengthen this voice
always wanting.
Birthing treasures, to shine special,
strands of life woven ~ moment to moment.
Each tear so much more than water,
forming ripples of heart to embrace ~
yet still misplaced...
sighing at time,
I stretch more cautiously,
with little hands cocooned in mine.
Author notes
Prompt: My Purpose
d e l i g h t f u l m e s s
A contest entry
- Invite Only Contest :) by Cerulean Sunrise.
700 points, ended July 18, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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beautifully penned sense of longing...
& yet hope... with those lil cocooned hands
well done hun. just lovely
Tasha
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Beautiful! A sense of longing to find one's place, and yet realizing that above it all is the blessing of those little hands, and that they are indeed your purpose, and to be cautious is wise.
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beautiful work! your heart is just simply lovely!!!
i am so blessed to read you!! such profound words!!
Blessings to you and all that concerns
you,
Rend
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You Go Hot Momma!!
Had to come back and say this
Congratulations on Your shiny!
-throws confetti-
Woot~
Love this
Thank You for sharing Your Beauty
Best wishes in all You do
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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Wow. Wow. This was absolutely beautiful. As a mother myself, I am completely biased in favor of this poem, I must admit, but even from another's standpoint this would hold beauty on its own. Incredibly write and perfect for the prompt.
Best of luck in the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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It's beautiful. You are a mother, and that is a beautiful purpose.
I think all of purpose through we pursue it is never found. Perhaps the pursuit is somehow the mysterious purpose? Fuck if I know..
Thank you for writing for me.
Always yours,
Mark
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Beautiful and touching, sweet friend. I like that phrase 'hand me down dreams'..I think I have a few. Those last three lines really touched my heart.
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Excellent~
You just go on Hot Momma
Love the words weaved and Bless Your Heart for ALL You do for me and for others~ Powerful piece with images to stain the Mind...
Love it when that happens~
Wow~~
Thank You for sharing Your Spirit
Best wishes in the contest
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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you have penned a beautiful piece here,
you have spoken into my heart, words i didn't write but felt!!
I begin anew,
collecting strands from hand me down dreams~
braiding them into writing, an attempt
to strengthen this voice
always wanting. and always left wanting,
truly a piece that presses against my heart
Blessings
Rend
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