An emerald spear whispers;
the swaying dancer pirouettes,
waving in the breeze
like a swing recently abandoned.
Her narrow skirts
cling around her thighs,
drooping to the earth.
Wearing the same garment her whole life,
only to change its color with the seasons-
a lovely blade of grass.
Author notes
I hope you enjoy this poem. Grass can be so pretty sometimes, but is often overlooked. I decided to magnify its beauty for you.
A contest entry
- an hour to kill and points to share by DancingRed.
300 points, ended April 29, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - so pretty much anything by Last Pixie.
300 points, ended June 11, 2007, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just say what you feel needs telling...or have one of those random whims to comment on something.
Comments
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wow. i think i want to give up my bed and sleep in the soft blanket of grass in my front yard. wonderful poem. its just so cute. i love it!
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Beautiful personification, you've made grass sound wonderful, mythical and magical - like a faerie. I love the descriptions 'like a swing recently abandoned.' It made me smile.
Thanks for entering.
DancingRed.
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thought invoking.
you to my mind a wonderful way to exibit what before i had thought quite boring. fantastic!
--Lucian Adonis
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