Drums pounding
in my ears
and streamers dancing
in a valley of tulips
Butterflies made of towels
dry sad eyes
and doors open
up new dimensions
of fantastic galaxies
Bonsai trees
of a hundred feet tall
and glass houses
still stand
after a hurricane
whirls through
Author notes
written 08/24-05 and 08/25-05
Written August 27th, 2005
A contest entry
- For Everyone by autopsy report.
300 points, ended October 17, 2005, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Thank you....... glad you liked it!
ENY
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That was a random fantasy. But I did like how you spaced the lines and the last four lines are pretty good. Nice.
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Yea that's what I meant and that is how I origanally titled it...... thanx for the comment and pointing that out.........
ENY
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Weird. I like it, the images are beautiful. I got a little confused on, "Butterflies of towels," however. Did you mean, like, butterflies made out of towels? Keep it up!
James
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