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I Hold Three Magic Rocks

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I Hold Three Magic Rocks


     Silence surrounds me and sounds awaken me,
Incense burning, drifting, and candles softly flickering;
               The flute of the Spirit Dreamer in the background,
And in my palm, I hold three magic rocks, rolling them over and over.

     And I am floating, up and up and away,
I wear a lavender, gauzy gown so filigree and delicate;
               My raven hair tangled and billowing about my body,
A blue meandering river flows below me slowly representing my journey.

     Images of my past existences lay beyond the surface,
Floating back and back and back into the past, into oblivion;
               Like a fallen leaf, spinning, twirling and swirling in the wind,
Backwards through the tattered, yellowed and decaying pages of a time past.

     In a forest lush and green with thick rambling foliage,
Bird calls fill the misty dawn light where the falling dew drips;
                And on my arm held up, ornate bracelets sparkle in the sun,
And in my hand a dagger is poised, waiting breathlessly, anticipating the kill.

     An ancient ship rolls on the blue undulating ocean waves,
Dappled light fills a small cabin within the dipping and rolling ship;
               There a man holds me with love and places his lips upon mine,
As our ship crashes on jagged rocks of a distant shore and sinks into the abyss.

     A horse, white as a cloud sleek and strong, gallops swiftly,
In the thick black of inky night with the moon and the stars shining;
                The thunder of many horse hoofs beating behind, in pursuit,
And we turn, my horse and I, sword held high and attack the enemy with pride.

                 And in my palm I hold three magic rocks . . . .


August 1, 2013


Submitted to the contest, Any Old Poem #5, sponsor, Skat

Fifth PLace

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  1. Date: 7/5/2015 8:52:00 AM
    Wonderful pen BW ,, congrats on ur win!

  1. Date: 7/5/2015 3:15:00 AM
    Broken, congratulations. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

  1. Date: 7/4/2015 7:46:00 PM
    Broken :) CONGRATULATIONS!!! Thank you for supporting my contest. LOVE SKAT :)

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 5:21:00 AM
    A stunning piece which really deserved its super win! CONGRATULATIONS my dear friend, Wings! (Broken Wings?) ;)) I can remember you;)) And since somebody sent me a message, i'm passing it to you, Happy Friendship Day! Big sweet hugs! love lots and big hugs, Leonora

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 10:02:00 PM
    :-) Congratulations, nice winning list... goodnight~ Linda

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 5:03:00 PM
    your poem is awesome...SKAT

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 12:51:00 PM
    - Nice to read this poem, it deserved a first place B.W.! - CONGRATULATIONS! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)