these brave stories
my heart clapped
until it stung
we loved each other
in a noisy way
waves kept time
we were all sticks
floating and against each other
until we made rafts
whales rose
flailed the mirrored sky
like beautiful fists
In a list
A contest entry
- 20/20 - Tell Me What You See by Cupcrazy.
420 points, ended February 20, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely piece, great flow and the thoughts are quite captivating with vibrant imagry. Thank you for oyur entry
Bunny
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This speaks to something so dearly lsot that their often are not words for it. ty pen friend.
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this makes sense. companionship, or some type of unbreakable bond. instinctual, like a pod of whales. and the music is joyous, or noise as you call it, with the waves keeping time to the rhythm. this piece has continuous motion. great job good luck.
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Youa re right.....we, as native american people, believe that whales are the story keepers, the memory keepers. That is in the poem subtly.
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