words come to me when life hums me silent,
in that moment of enlightenment,
i strike back violent violent- i yearn no more wisdom!
need i examine bleeding hands to title wounds?
need i analyze trembling hearts to name fear?
you restless music in my head, i sing too!
i think to perhaps:
build a world.
line a stream.
write raindrops in the sky.
perform volcanoes.
south to my throat.
my hands lie- a blanket to my chest,
a napkin for my eyes, whose waters fall
like children's hope against nightmares.
northern lights below God ignite my heart,
they have finally opened
to close this cave's descending darkness.
i am! i've been! i was hopeless,
pain-stricken, anger-bitten, stupidity tightened
run run running helpless
b
u
t
fear is a scarecrow
a
n
d
scarecrows are hay
a
n
d
hay is flammable
so let them
burn away!
Author notes
Wrote what i felt... Interesting no?
Enjoy,
Kristy
A contest entry
- Write what you feel by StarlightCerulean.
570 points, ended October 18, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any Merit? Any Constructive Criticism? Any Thought? Meaningful comments please.
Comments
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Well, thank you for throwing egg in my face. I was out of line and will delete my comment. I suppose I was merely being boyish and basically an ass if you don't mind my language. I owe you a sincere apology. Please excuse me.
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oops, don't have three. sorry.
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Well....
While not the best poem I have ever read you have definatly have....ideas. Keep it up you will eventually get good. The Silent-Artisan obviously just had a bad day.
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I respect honesty but look down on dehumanization. I thank you, Im not endeavoring to win a Pulitzer, poetry is soul, thought, and much more. Every mind has the right to try with words, my pen will fliw regardless of one mans opinion. Thank you for your kindness
With respect,
Kristy
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Eternally grand...
The quill of the author of "i'm going south" needs no wings from Nobel Prize to fly: It has wings given by the holy Eagle.
Wisely composed, courageously sung. This poetic dynamo ~ "i'm going south" has paid its ticket to fly to the millennia diffusing its literary scent.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Dear Andre,
Thank you for the wings, the time, and even courage. May it be repaid tenfold
With wholehearted gratitude,
Kristy
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