August 2007 IBPC Nominations, September Competition Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Congrats Michelle and best of luck!

~Cleo

[Michelle]

Hey Lori, I got your pm. I'm ecstatic. This is my final and best version, in my opinion:


A drop of water neither begs to stay
afloat and travel leisurely for miles
nor opts to fall upon a south sea isle
and moisten threaded flowers on a lei.

A mountain cannot try to elevate
its snowy peak nor lose its massive girth
as thawing summits carry motes of earth
to line the depths beneath a sound or strait.

As moons revolve, their parent planets trace
a path around a star. A billion stars
are like galactic cogs in spiral bars
and countless galaxies dot boundless space.

The universe keeps pace. The cosmos whirls;
no constellation questions movement‘s means.
No rift of jealousy occurs between
a moon and star; gears mesh as nature twirls.

Inside its nuts and bolts, our form conceals
the consciousness within a human mind.
We note the patterns coded in design
and learn the laws which turn celestial wheels.

Man sees this grand machine and stands erect
above its hum. He logs activity
with scientific objectivity
yet doubts his archetype, The Architect.




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[Cleo_Serapis]

Eccellent Michelle - I've made the revision for you.

Best of luck - love this poem!

~Lori

[heartsong7]

You all have been so gracious in you encouragement and support. I am most grateful that this has made it to this stage.

Here is my final version for submission:

Lovers Meet Again
Two Views

Hers:

I watched you wrapping life in fantasy
until you lost yourself in make-believe.
Appearances took precedence and we
soon parted. I still wonder—did you grieve
to wake and find me gone? No way I'd leave
the man you used to be. Today I know
too much has come between, we won't retrieve
the newness of a love we both let go.
It's time to travel on with memories in tow.


His:

It’s true, I’d hide behind a fantasy,
imagining some day you would believe
a prince had won your heart but, sadly, we
were far too far apart; it’s that I grieve.
The maybes topped with what-ifs made you leave
and left me lost in all I didn’t know.
If fate allows one chance, we could retrieve
the remnants of our love. Don't let it go
to perish, pulled apart by pride’s strong undertow.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Excellent Rev Sue.

Best of luck! I'll be sending off the email in the morning to Gina and Robert at IBPC.

Cheers
~Cleo