I entered the below poem at poetrynation.com and was just notified I’m a semifinalist. It also secures this poem and a small author bio in their upcoming print anthology collection of amateur poets.
Pretty exiting for me since I’ve never entered any of my writings in contests. My new mission is to enter more of my stuff, more often and on different platforms with the end goal of getting my name better known as an author and poetess of emotional, soul searching, and love focused writings.
So here it is:
The Devastation of Love, (revised edition to fit their submission guidelines).
I'm forever hopeful to be stolen by it, swept up and falling into...
I will cease to be a singular soul, alone.
I will join with another, and become someone entirely new.
It’s messy and often ugly.
Perhaps it’s simply my love of playing with fire?
It’s a shattering experience.
Life altering, soul modifying.
It’s anarchy. Destruction.
Demolish what was there, rebuild stronger joined as two.
It’s crushing, humbling and overwhelming.
It’s embarrassing, pathetic, and shameless.
I must surrender to the tidal pull of another.
I must submit to the power of two combined.
I am no longer me. I am now, us and we.
I hand myself over to the other.
It’s a before and after episode.
It’s a demon who burgles my deepest secrets.
It’s a cresting wave, pummeling me into the depths.
It’s a deity demanding I bow and worship at it’s alter.
Scrape and beg, plead and surrender. Succumb.
It sweeps me up into a hurricane of destruction.
It blows through me without a care for who I once was.
No matter my preparations,
or how long I've sought this elusive beast.
It will destroy me, and still I seek nothing else.
Original Prose which inspired this shortened version:
The tall cliffs protect as the ocean beats and flings itself haphazardly against the rocks below. The pillows of fluffy white deceive and the tendrils of rainbows forecast the promise of a sunny day. The veil of sea mist paints the air with tiny frolicking faeries.
I stand tall and still, and soak in the majesty. The mist soaks my cheeks and bleeds into my hair. The roar of the sea quiets my soul.
Sometimes the silence inside awakens when you are most still.
Theair is icy and bites. It feels good to be touched. My skin rejoices as my heart is filled. Don’t move, don’t allow distractions. Soak. Absorb. Marinate. Remain still.
All around you is anarchy; disobedient water obeys no master. Headlands jut as time erodes. One cannot contain forever. Crevices give way as water cleanses.
My heart beats and my lungs billow behind my ribs. I remain quiet. My pulse quickens as waves roll and surge. The ground beneath my feet vibrates as water insists, attempting to claim me, reaching everskyward.
I close my eyes and listen. Amidst the chaos, there is intense peace, a belonging to something deeper and bigger. The lighthouse winks as I once again allow sight to overtake. The rainbow tendrils dance like ribbons of butterfly wings.