Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
- Sylvia Plath
you know what to do,
if not, then leave
80 words or less
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on June 25, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300
- Final notes: Thanks for entering and congrats to all
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by Lavender Butterfly 19 lines, 1 comment, on May 15 8:05 PM 2008. In Nature, Thoughts
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by EvilKate 39 lines, 3 comments, on May 17 5:15 PM 2008. In Contemporary• Viewed by judge.
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i am sure iqra will write for this. i will ask her
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yaay!
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lol
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God, you always make me smile.
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Wha??!! I do?
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Even Plath had to sing the beauty of red poppies. I love those flowers.
And you know i love flowers in poetry - and your month-series, Nami.
~ Nicolette
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you know what to do
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sometimes...I don't know what to do, actually...lol..I just write & enter
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bookmarked..beautiful contest...although, I really don't know what to do..
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lol. well, just put some poppies in and write something
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oh...I get it now. lol.
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