visible the invisible
we write poems prompt no 42: safe place
barren beyond
this sea and shore
perceive a place where
peace always prevails
far far away
this mind knows not
its about a hundred million
miles north or so
one can hardly conceive
previously unknown
both eyes bare
unbeaten beautiful
a full breath budding
atop a tiny mountain top
perched upon perfection
beneath a big oak tree
tethered leaves aflutter
mindless magic music
mystical sheetless bed
so soft and so simple
my sleepy awakening
unveiled ancient acquaintance
first time found
wide world unfastened
rustic reborn religion
this where never is not
miles and miles away
battery bruised expired
sunlight separated cimmerian
the taste of quiet cradles
tactile comforting wind
cools the melting heat
heaven hugs the earthy heart
melting marvelous butter
imperceptible coat of casualty
is this the freedom prisoners speak about
“first time found
wide world unfastened
rustic reborn religion
this where never is not”
always that one stanza that wows me…
wow, the possibilities of this poetic paragraph.
pop, I love the alliteration placed so gracefully throughout
this piece. Beautiful.
A marvellous place you’ve described..
Pie, your alliteration is striking in this piece. Also, amid protests here in Madison, the feeling that unions are being held captive somehow resonates, so this was another of several balms I have received into my life today.
Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/safe-havens-wwp/
A steady calming voice of aliteration, wonderful to read,
Elizabeth
I love the way you pair words to give us readers a maximum impact. The alliteration is spot on perfect, but I love the volta of the final line.
Wonderful, how you found your response to this prompt. Almost mythical perhaps. Far, but not, only so far as a moment of thought, heart or understanding. Very serene movement for a question seemingly oft at noisy conflict. And the images, of course, beautiful. So here, how does “place” make some difference too? All good, and thanks!