draped on powdered branches
forget-me-nots tied
with cherry stalks
drying in the breeze
apple trees with limbs like
dead spider legs
stand
helplessly scratching sky
lifelessly breathing dust
time is an apple
round as melting stars
hung through midnight voices
slowly
turning brown
open-palm memories
free-wheel in silence
like fairy-tale flora
falling through hours
hushing
the whispers of
snow-covered past.
Author notes
I am DancingRed.
This poem was inspired by the phrase "forget-me-nots forgotten."
In a list
A contest entry
- 48 Hours: Round One by deadcolor dreams.
600 points, ended February 20, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical comments are most welcome.
Comments
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I am one for the form I like spacing and this was just so pretty and tasty. I can see where the sadness is in this but the luscious nature of it overtakes it I feel. No matter, I love it.
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Thank you ever so much, Sweet Pearl.
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Wow.
I'm not much for the form, but I'll tell you now, it's the imagery that got me. It flowed well for the most part, and it was very original. No one else used that line, and I'm really glad someone had. I was interested to see what people could make of it.
Your very creative! My favorite lines were here:
draped on powdered branches
forget-me-nots tied
with cherry stalks
drying in the breeze
A very strong opening.
Great job, and good luck.
~Lindsay
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Bring on the next round! I look forward to more inspiring contest prompts from you.
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