Misty spill the essence of drops of my life,
trickle down moist teardrop of joys & of strife.
Elation's eclipse & sorrowed pains overflow,
rush streaks down my face when emotions show.
From cradle to grave salty flood races in time,
between life's circumvent of spent energies clime.
Nurtured seeds of unique personified sprouts,
petaled floral blooms fed by insecurities doubt.
Through flowered hallmarks of lifetime's December,
in an age slower paced I retrace and remember.
In a list
A contest entry
- Drops of my life by zochit2me.
625 points, ended February 4, 2007, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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BEAUTIFUL!
One often stops and remembers the times of the bad and sad, as one does the tears and pain returns also.
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What a beautiful penning here, soft and full of delicious metaphors taking me through life cycles in a short prose. I love it! Thank you for following the rules and best of luck
Becky
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This is a deeply profound and beautiful write,
though the author's not is a puzzle to me...
A very transending immage of inspiration for the pic.
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