Sublime
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Each word a diamond shines
Each note a music that rhymes
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
So precious, so tender, so pure
Filled with love so rare
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A bit of a rainbow, in a grey sky
A white dove that can’t fly
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A pink horizon, breaking dawn
A deer with a suckling fawn
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
The hanging dew drenched berries
Snow covered red cherries
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Taste but with your heart open
And God willing you’ll touch the sun
For I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . .
By Tahera Mannan
28/06/2011
For Constance’s “ Writing in the Sublime” contest
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment