Below is the poem entitled I Hold Three Magic Rocks which was written by poet
Wings. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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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
Written for the contest, Impress Me II, Giorgio Veneto