Draping a landscape of dreams,
we melt into a pool of Memory ~
our weary bones evaporate into fallow soil
as we moan across the horizon,
sighing under sunlight's glare...
Shapeless, we dance
towards darkness,
trying to grasp Time
as it filters through fibrous fingers
that cannot hold
a single moment
still...
~ April 16, 2006
2:55 a.m.
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Written for a Dali~inspired contest
Written April 16th, 2006
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Hallucinogenic :)
Love the brief but powerful trip of this poem. The vision you've created is oh so Dali!
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There was a limitation on the number of lines & no picture could be used in the contest I wrote this one for. I'm pleased you thought it effective, Poet. 
Wanda
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Thank you for your gracious words, D. ~ I'm pleased you liked it so much, my Friend...As for your question, "if this would be a personal view or an omniscient narrative...?" Perhaps a bit of both...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
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First couplet gives an excellent entry. As a reader I wonder if this would be a personal view or an omniscient narrative? Even the first line of s2 suggests of personal experience, but your poem takes a universal shape after that and in succint and ethereal imagery it creates and recreates the quintessence of the ephemarality of moment and perennial and mutating nature of time.
"it filters through fibrous fingers
that cannot hold
a single moment
still..." is my favorite part! Thanks for posting this marvelous poem.
D
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Thank you for your thoughtful words, Barefoot...I'm glad you enjoyed it...Be well, Poet... Wanda
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the imagery of our feeble attempts to keep our precious memories was nicely turned once more by the wistfull "still..."
though we often fail we plod on in our hopes to bottle the beauty of life.
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Thank you for reading, Erica...I'm glad you enjoyed it...I appreciate your Time...Be well, Poet... Wanda
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Profound conclusion made in this short verse - time waits for no one, nor does it stop and let others catch up. Well expressed sentiments in this poem,
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Thank you for reading, Liza...I appreciate your Time, my Friend...especially since it won't be still...
Happy Easter to you & yours...Be well, Poet... Wanda
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indeed, we never can catch time, no matter how much we try..
this is brief, yet so very to the point, and the still of the end captures a thousand thoughts..
best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you, m'Lady... Vlindertjie
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Thank you for reading, sjgaither...I'm glad you enjoyed it, my Friend...I appreciate your Time...Be well, Poet... Wanda
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A lovely word-reflection of Dali's painting, Vlindertjie. I've been looking at that painting for so long now and have written something....but I'm not satisfied with it, lol - so don't know if I'll post it! And here you are...writing something so concise, yet so deep and powerful - and thought-provoking. Lovely work, my friend
~ Nicolette
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This is my favorite poem by you now!!!!! Love the lines "Shapeless, we dance towards darkness"
This s a beautiful piece!
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