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The Challenge: Persona Poem

Today's challenge topic is:  DIARY or STAINED GLASS WINDOW

Enchanted     2/3/2013 11:35:07 PM
stained glass window
I may look old, unpolished, and my colors may be fading.For this is just what i look like, this is not me. For i am witness to a world of laughter, sorrow,fear, aloneness, pain, and love. Every chip, deminished color, is a the result of every minute i have willing endured. For in my eyes i have seen a small fragile child grow into a man. I have felt his tears,pain,and aloneness be replaced with happiness,courage and unconditonal love. Now i sit here still watching over him as he sleep,admire the way he holds her close. Feeling the love the radiates from below, and wondering what new adventure will my eyes will endure.

Debbie Bluerose     2/3/2013 10:32:06 PM

For many long years
I was the one you came to with
Your sorrow and tears
The only one who knew of
Longings unfulfilled
The one you turned to
When there was no one to
Share your tears

But since Catherine
Has come into your life
Now your words speak of
Dreams and hopes within reach
My pages fill less now with tears
Than treasured moments with her

Andrew Meit     2/3/2013 8:38:40 PM
I am one of many white past or present pages
poured often into during all his ages.
To scribe true tears and deep delights,
to heal, to grow, to discover insights.
His hand pens out realities and dreams
not as mere man and not full beast he redeems.
Away for community’s many churning pressures,
solitude sought within pages truly reassures.
Always within a hand breaths measure near
I am for his mind, heart, and soul dear.
Now, his warmed pen rests upon me well.
But there’s another journal he can scribe
for only within her can warm love’s pen flow.

Marianne "Lioness" Nielsen     2/3/2013 1:04:30 PM
I am owned by the lion-faced gent,
I hold his secrets close,
If you dare; open me, read me
I shall reveal the sweetest thoughts.
The words are written in elegant script:
My pages are full, I cannot hold another word.

JoAnn     2/3/2013 12:09:03 PM
One word.
A trickle...
Then a torrent.
He pours them into me,
He fills me to overflowing.
Surging, crashing waves of words
Flow upon my white shores.
I am awash in his emotional torrent.
I am fulfilled.

Rusty / RedNightBird     2/3/2013 10:39:00 AM
The candle stands behind me, flickering
You stand before me, wavering in facing your desires
Give your love to her and take hers in return
Then the room will truly GLOW.

Rusty / RedNightBird     2/3/2013 10:37:09 AM
Your secrets are mine to hold.
Your pain is mine to guard
Your joy is mine to reflect back to you each time you hold me!

Aliset     2/3/2013 10:16:40 AM
The light
No sunlight, no winter's glow,
Not through me.
Just candlelight.
He sees me as a pale shadow, a reminder
But his Catherine stretches underneath me
As if enjoying the sun.
And soon he forgets all he is not.
My light embraces them.

Zara     2/3/2013 9:57:17 AM
Lady Justice

weigh tradition against destiny
your heart alongside your world
to find a path between
inescapable chaos
and heartfelt harmony
your balance is beautifully gray
tempering your vengeance
honing your mercy
your eyes carry the sanctity of stars
your dreams form the secret diary
of a god in love with life

o mortal son
brother teacher lover friend
know too that truth cleaves
right from wrong
beast to beauty
fear and love
your honesty devotes your light
unto your highest calling
thus you are a window for us all
alive with colored glass
tinting us with courage
and staining us with hope

believe these things o my beloved
for no one good can stand
impartial to your battles
not even I your oracle your deep ideal
your peace beyond the dark

T'Mara     2/3/2013 8:48:39 AM
At first I was nothing
a large number of blank pages
then his hand began to fill them with meaning
poetic descriptions of feelings
of moments shared, of longing, of happiness
now my pages are full of memories
of memories that he can once share with his son

Lara     2/3/2013 8:23:15 AM
My pages are lined with words
some soft and pretty some cut like swords
written with a feather pen or pencil carefully
etched in my soul they tell of days busy and dully
lived by a being that can never see sunlight
out in the open but goes out at night.
He writes of his feelings and what his mind says
and that he is the night to his Beauty's days.

LauraG     2/3/2013 6:08:09 AM
Stained Glass Window

I was born to light his chamber,
And I did my best to bring him day.
I thought I did my job well.
But then I watched him
nurse her, know her,
and I saw:
She is his light.
She is his day.
Now their love illuminates me.

Walkingmiracle     2/3/2013 1:27:14 AM
Stained Glass Window

I have the perfect position
Through my colorful vision I see all that happens
Every simple touch
Every word kind or otherwise
Every look laced with all that remains unsaid
I see it all from my perfect position
If only I could speak, imagine the stories I could tell

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