I loved the silence of falling snow
And even as a child
felt regret running onto
Pristine field to play
Knowing I was ripping blankets
with my passing
But I never learned to fly
to leave no footprints
In my touching
So I try to make
My footprints
Beautiful
Learned to love
the scrambled ice of tears
Left behind
Messes I could rarely clean
But cared for deeply
Sometimes I gaze to the sky
To see if your
perturbations
Indicate you dance
With celestial influence
In close unseen orbit
Your spoken name
doesn't discourage me
For I learned that I just
don't know the plan
from beginning to end
A bond servant of the master
Has no shame in not knowing
As I crash back, spent
First stage hoping for
a successful launch
Watching the waters below
In reflections
I might find myself
A thing of meaning
in vertical horizon
Of eternity
Benjamin Moon
A contest entry
- distance by adsaige.
530 points, ended July 21, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I have no doubt that you will find yourself a thing of meaning. Thank you for the link that brought me here and for your comment.
Camille
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The first two stanzas feel particularly strong to me, though I adore this whole write. Absolute favourite section was the part about making footprints beautiful because you hadn't learnt to fly... love those lines right there.
Brilliant.
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my moon, God must love when you come calling.
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Congrats on the HM.
Beautiful thoughts penned here.
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Congratulations ...
on this HM. Your deep yearning to be encased in the divinity of love is apparent in all of your poetry. And: of course you are.
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I Liked,
I liked the begginning especially here,
not wishing to disturb something so very beautiful.
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Thank you. May it seem special
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I also love snow. Your poem is just what I like to read. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest
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