Night flees for just a moment
as life resumes another identity;
catered salace was self inspiration
as all formalities of tranqil reveries
fell upon these bent joints--
Concrete itself becomes liquid
momentums of hued technicolor while
parading fireflies dance underneath
the wayward moon
A contest entry
- Quickie Contest - 2000 points for Gold by Nicole Hanna.
3500 points, ended March 15, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Rae, I am so glad I made the time to give this a look. Your words are "intense" in an almost soft sort of way. As if willing all to give way and melting that concrete of life into dreams of technicolor......best wishes in the contest,
xoxoxo
reenie
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you know
parading fireflies dance underneath
the wayward moon
this line here is something that came out the loudest to me, i loved it, keep it flowing -
this seems intense in a simple way.. it reminds me of myk mother....
well done
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You know, it's odd, but I actually thought I read rhyme in there. Now, I know there wasn't any, but the words played so well off one another, that I couldn't help but sense that kind of flow in this piece. Great work.
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