Unashamed in Creation.

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 13, 2016


Panic attacks on the road
to recovery,

dancing in between oaks
and garden gnomes
while the wind sings
with my brittle lungs.

He doesn't laugh along
when my mind runs with
the rivers and foxes...
his soul doesn't care to
join mine.

But the songbirds understand
me now, they will be the
symphony my veins crave.

He is not the joy I seek,
for it is not something that
can be bottled up in
plastics.

No, the purest peace is alive
here, where the heavens feel
no need to hide.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judge Comments:

    Mary Anne, blew me away this week with her nature beauty!

    Oaks and garden gnomes in the opening stanza made me smile, however this poem is a healing piece, that I feel... in every line.

    Nature is healing, and this piece is glorification and strength... and vision.

    The visual display left me speechless.

    The purest of heaven never needs to hide within nature... I adore this piece, well done!!

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Congrats on the win because this is just,beautiful the imagery and descriptive are amazing. The title grabbed my attention and the piece didn't disappoint at all. Beautiful.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Congrats on the win because this is just,beautiful the imagery and descriptive are amazing. The title grabbed my attention and the piece didn't disappoint at all. Beautiful.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    Congrats on the win.

  • 8 years ago

    by Darren

    Congrats on the win MA

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