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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
From the deepest whisper inside my soul
There comes revelations, who flow
Through broken words and bent phrases
Poetry who grows…
From my heart’s elation
From my spirit’s joy
From the night, darkness revealing
Secrets, silence, sensations…
Who awaken me from a deep sleep,
Reveal the meaning of true peace
Serenity that believes and sings…
Graceful as the starlight shimmers
Beckoning from the night
Quiet blessings, warm caresses…
The kiss of a moon who grows
Full into the nocturnal memories
From the breathless inspiration
Muse of my spirit – a stirring so revealing
Laughing through the purity, the penance
Poetry unrehearsed, a limitless supply of words
Caressing empty pages with stained and faded…
Thoughts who know…
It is life, real life…
Kissing the emptiness with a complete rhyme
Rhythms who hold the key to light…
Elegy darkening the abiding imagination,
The truth grows from a delicate prayer
Prayed by the soul who knows poetry…
Rises to share a heart, a soul, a light
Poetry is the place to come home to
And the place who is new with every word
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
November 18, 2022
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