snowdrifts blowing in the
shape of jaundiced reverie
whether they are one and
the same--
whether they're halves
of a whole system, musing
at the feeling of rush-blood
inside them, they can do the
surgery by their lonesome
-- without help, looking at the
skilled work of a higher power
a certain divine centrifuge
filters good from bad
takes out gentle cork
writes a story.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Odd & Even #3 - snowdrifts and surgery by DancingRed.
300 points, ended April 10, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ah, spectacularly written. I love the vivid imagery, particularly where you say "the feeling of rush-blood" - your words are full of power.
Well done with the fluent line breaks, too.
Thanks for entering my contest.
DancingRed.
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