When I was nothing but a thought;
closed eyelid splotch of neon, hovering,
a pressing need to be plucked out,
put down, made something of;
you put your finger tips
to just above the lash and pushed
to make the chartreuse planet design itself.
From orb to flat-planed, rag-surfaced paper,
warmth of your index finger began to caress
until I unfurled, like a held bloom to kiss
of rising sun. Edges softened by desire
to move a dream from dark to light, sharp edges
soften to become one with woven background.
I became your wish, your dream come true,
a womb of invitation in my subtle hues of red.
In a list
A contest entry
- Arty by individuality.
600 points, ended December 6, 2006, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is an outstanding piece of poetry,an absolute delight to read and appreciate from beginning to end,what a wonderful piece from the mandate of the contest,well done indeed,good luck in the contest,this is sure to be placed,love and light,Yvette
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Explodes from start to climax!
A poem that plunges into rapture! You meet the contest challenge with energy and imagination!
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I think the imagery is really fantastic in this piece. I loved it from beginning to end. All the best in the contest!
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a good piece, good imagery. i thank you kindly for entering your poetic piece and good luck to you in this contest - spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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