Poetry competition CLOSED 26th November 2020 11:56pm
WINNER
solanaceae
solanaceae
Painting Words
Buddha in an Acorn
An acorn has everything
it needs: resources
nourishment, blueprints
and patterns to become
the mighty oak
it is destined to be
Humans are the same;
our evolution is encoded
within our DNA—
individual and collectively
We have everything
we need; water, air
sustenance, and space
allow us to meet our fate;
but, circumstance
can present an illusion
of entrapment—
as an acorn, entangled
in a hedge—
humans lose sight
of their magic
beyond the daily grind—
become lost
in mundane activity
once containing ceremony
Yet, as long as we breathe. . .
we are, and our design remains
intact; just remember
that sense of greater purpose
you felt as a child—
Trust and providence
will nurture that remnant
back to life
~
it needs: resources
nourishment, blueprints
and patterns to become
the mighty oak
it is destined to be
Humans are the same;
our evolution is encoded
within our DNA—
individual and collectively
We have everything
we need; water, air
sustenance, and space
allow us to meet our fate;
but, circumstance
can present an illusion
of entrapment—
as an acorn, entangled
in a hedge—
humans lose sight
of their magic
beyond the daily grind—
become lost
in mundane activity
once containing ceremony
Yet, as long as we breathe. . .
we are, and our design remains
intact; just remember
that sense of greater purpose
you felt as a child—
Trust and providence
will nurture that remnant
back to life
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Constellation
ordained awakening
of universal promise,
nebulae swirling
in rapturous delight;
worlds collide against
the sonorous vibrations
of eternity
as sultry reverberation
entices
the entirety
of then and now,
near and far
to constellate in celebration
of universal promise,
nebulae swirling
in rapturous delight;
worlds collide against
the sonorous vibrations
of eternity
as sultry reverberation
entices
the entirety
of then and now,
near and far
to constellate in celebration
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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https://youtube.com/watch?v=uNGmyQ8UbZ8
Shadow Dancer
Stuck in the shadows
of a place going in circles
memories lay broken on the floor
in front of me—
how did I end up here
my soul cries out into cold silence
there is no one here to listen
the beauty has long since gone
Frankenstein's monster I’ve become—
sadness is my fragrance
Congratulations to solanaceae, for the win. I felt your poem fit perfectly with your chosen art.
A big thank you to everyone who participated. I enjoyed everyone’s art picks and thoroughly enjoyed reading everyone’s entries. A job well done by all of you!
A big thank you to everyone who participated. I enjoyed everyone’s art picks and thoroughly enjoyed reading everyone’s entries. A job well done by all of you!
