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A sudden light of hope lift me off the ground and lead me to where destiny is bound, it parachute through the clouds with blazing fire burning the residue from its tail, and clearing the space around it.
Oh what mystery surround this ship, it is built specially for the international trip, my heart and soul is wrapped up in it and I am determined that I will never quit.
It cruise through the darkened skies cutting through silent space, and I watch the stars dancing all over the place. It is magnificent to glide in space with your eyes closed.
Oh what wonders awaits thee, oh what beauty rests on top of the sea, I am looking for a soft place to land where water is dripping in the moon dust sand.
They tarry all night orbiting the space passing over the black hole that mesmerizes the human soul, who says that human live beyond the clouds, there is nothing in space except the sand on the ground and gravity turning the people upside.
There is a cosmic energy circling around that keep turning heads around, and strange objects are flying in space and black holes are opening in various places.
Black holes are among you, black holes are dancing with you, and the most mysterious cosmic objects in space will help you to save the human race. They are not literal hole in the ground; they are concentration of matter packed into tiny spaces.
They are still looking for a comfortable place to land as the capsule floats in the moonlit sand; they were ready to depart to the earth but gravity spin the capsule around and anchor it in moon dust pit.
The worlds light up suddenly and another door opened and they both find a comfortable place to reside in space and destiny kept them alive and they slowly transcend in space
Dark and sweltering This is my den.
Sky above is clear, stars are in my reach.
Many they are like sand on the beach.
When I leap and they will be mine?
Stretch the neck to peak above the brim.
No obstructions or barriers in my way.
Leap I will, this is my day.
Down goes my neck from the blow.
Where is this force derived?
Let me be, to reach and leap.
Let me be for my walls are not steep.
Can't I break free?
Gathering my strength I attempt to fly.
I will leap high in the sky and feel.
In my mind my goals are set like steel.
What is that agonizing tug at my hind?
My tail pinned by a weight: Back I fall.
My eyes see they stepping on the tuft of my tail.
Lamenting, "do not go for you cannot sail".
Who is it that can hold me back?
Pushing, prying, turning I must break free.
Surrounded no more I jump high.
Again my head is hit, I can only sigh.
Why do You let him beat at me?
Curling up I can sleep, safe and warm.
I can see them but I cannot touch them.
I cannot touch them, yet I am forced to see them.
Bludgeoned from above: Detained from below
I am war, aren't I?
In a world of steel and shadows, time flows like a river of forgetfulness,
where seconds are devoured by the merciless beasts of routine,
and hours turn to dust on the giant wheels of soulless machinery.
I feel like a captive butterfly, struggling in the invisible jar of despair.
Around me, stone faces move in mechanical rhythms,
people turned into cogs in a mechanism that grinds dreams into ashes,
wearing masks of peace in a silence that kills more than noise.
Their silence is a mute song that swallows every trace of hope.
Seconds become broken hourglasses, their sand slipping into oblivion,
and monotony devours every speck of color from my soul,
where thoughts dance like shadows of a fire on the walls of a cave,
and any burst of light is immediately swallowed by darkness.
I have lived among ghosts, loving witches who tore dreams from me,
in a journey like a slow dance of suicide on the edge of the abyss.
But deep inside, a small flame flickers, refusing to be extinguished,
like a lost firefly in a forest of shadows, searching for the night sky.
That spark, however faint, keeps life in its fragile web,
for just a single spark is enough to ignite a storm of fire,
and to turn ashes into flames that dance in the wind of change.
I am grateful I preserved the light, that I didn’t let everything perish.
What a strange alchemy, to find gold in the ashes of lost time,
to see how a small spark can ignite an entire world.
the river seemed to wind forever amongst the golden trees
the sunshine made a lazy day amid the autumn breeze
the green of mountains up above cascading streams below
thats how the autumns used to be on nights so long ago
there was such beauty in the land with blue grey skies above
you could here waters buff the sand and robins sing of love
i heard a whipperwill cry low a dove sent back the call
a bluejay perched upon a bough i thought he would surely fall
down by the river where i would go to spend some time at night
i would watch the twinkling of a star till it went out of sight
so much to view at setting sun a beauty to behold
the silence of an autumn night back in the days of old
To sit upon wet sand, where the sea meets
And hear the soft waves, in constant motion
To see the sun rise in amber light
and feel its silence reflected on the ocean
I'll watch feathered wings glide above their shade,
they give clairity to a sense of vastness
Bringing calm to this space I inhabit,
an ambiance, as motion senenades,
where silence is welcome and peace sought
Though yesterdays and tomorrows,
will come and go
I can claim for one brief moment,
I was here, alone with the world
and its serenity still conscious of life's evanescence
She moves through living rooms invisibility
It takes more than a shadow to be alive
Imperceptibility is a frame of mind to open eyes
A pulse is harder to find at night
Even if you are naked on the staircase frightened
Nothing to fear with darkness looking back
Nothing is there not seen before
My unknown love is pure translucence
A cloud of white dancing on thin air
In a fog she tries desperately to hug
But passes through the wall unlucky
Falls for someone on the other side
Not to the other side of life, where
Like others of her kind find passage
Wind moving through dead leaves brings her alive
Outside along the haunted house waves crash alone
Only sand, sea, and rocks are solid as perceived
Seem vacant, empty of life in the absence of light
As is my love, a phantom angel, stranger never seen
My spirit completes and comforts me at 3:00 am
I don't even know her name or mine this time of evening
Summer time so hot and fun I love the beach and the white sand We love to play under the big bright yellow sun Watch out for you will burn and not be tanned
Clouds in the pretty blue sky Look there is a huge colorful bird up really high
He is circling around and around he has my eye
I love to swim-play in the cool fresh seawater Having fun-playing there are some sea otters Sea otters love to swim underwater
The sand is sure hot I am off to run I hope this fun will not get out of hand It's almost time to say bye What a long day it is getting hotter
Date Written: 7/15/2021
4 Place
Note: Rhyme Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and desires of a Dolce Vita
mollify a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.
To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears out and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui lessens courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.
Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia;
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles sand to infuse fear.
It’s the little things,
that remind me of my aunt,
and how in some unusual way,
she may still be alive,
if only in the memory,
a passing morning train,
tea bags splaying suddenly,
from unopened cupboards,
I’d actually forgotten somehow,
her favourite cup and saucer,
with cracks down the side,
pictures strewn in drawers,
redolent of precious moments,
framed photos in hallways,
that move without a reason,
car keys with fobs,
that gather sand dune blobs,
onion dome shaped artefacts,
for a chosen tartan table top,
that cast away diary,
which kept the gleam,
in those expressive eyes of hers
Take me back to yesterday's summer night
Walking on the beach,
Sand between our toes
Hair blowing in the breeze.
When ripples in the sea
slowly cleansed the sand,
Tickling our toes,
Washing away our footsteps.
On the edge where ocean meets land,
Shoulder to shoulder we sat,
Listening to calm splashing waves,
Our tanned skin soaking wet.
As skies twinkled in the horizon,
reflecting against the rushing tide.
It seemed as they have arrived
to be placed inside your eyes.
Gazing at the sun sink into the sea,
Fireflies flickered as embers kept us warm.
Affectionately we embraced nature's silence
with only the sound of our heartbeats.
Too frail are these feet now to stroll along those shores,
but you remain harboured within my heart.
Together we've seen many waves kiss dry sands,
But unlike unfaithful tides,you still hydrate my soul.
We yearn to end it that way,
to be taken back to yesterday's summer night,
but are content building sandcastles,
along current coastlines.
A Collaboration with Silent One.
Thankyou S.O. for this opportunity.It was great collaborating
with you.