autumn in her mouth
& all her tongue can do is rustle
with the bustle of life receding
when she yawns
the winds with the dawn
will soak with beads of new ens
© Menstruosity Productions
Author notes
I'm on a roll...
A contest entry
- Crack The Cliche - overnight contest by CarolDesjarlais.
300 points, ended February 20, 2007, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
At least my muse is back!
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I agree, beautifully done
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This is just beautiful.
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Ah, yes, that is the rest of the cliche.... your final three liens simply pack a powerful analogy for me.
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makes me think of an eternity of words to be said that seem to fall away into a soundless void.
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is that like beads of nuance I wonder. I swear, I thought I was the queen of idioms but I have never heard the beat of this one.
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Thanks, just reminiscing of winter : )
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