there is hope suspended
from the crave
of honey
smooth of its body
sliding down
the throat of my sleep
I dream in gold
wave of green
fresh of spring air
clinging
and the chance to laugh
once again-
Author notes
39 words... give or take one.
A contest entry
- suspend by Cat.
375 points, ended March 3, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
will work on
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Very very good
I'm truly smiling.
I just love it when I hit on a good
poem - oh, and thank you for reading
my poetry, too Love, Lane
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yeah- this is good-
the throat of my sleep is a wonderful twist of verbage- very, very nicely done- i am always amazed that writers can write this nicely in such short order- i wish i had this talent
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i liked it... though i'm trying to figure out your what your metaphor of gold and green means
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This focuses on body, on small pleasures, hoping they will jump start the engine to something running smoothly
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I love you
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This is so sad. I'll make you laugh before the day is over, probably not on purpose though. 
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First two stanzas were just awesome!..wow.
Short, but in this case, less is definitely more!
WEll done.
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Thank you.
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