All those shapes
that she assumes
in the language shadow
melt and gather
in a beehive
where his grief
deserts her.
A contest entry
- Good Poem Contest by cvillelisa.
500 points, ended May 21, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Many things change, but "busy" doesn't? This is a quality idea and the form meets its meaning. I see the irony of sadness leaving its tattoo scar where few know to look. Distilled...
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Oh, nicely done...bravo!
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I like this. We are going through our final lists now, thanks for being patient.
Lisa -
Thank you for entering the Good Poems Contest. I like this. Lisa
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I really like this, but shouldn't that be "my"?
very nicely done.
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Deep.
Deep and touching. I could never write like that- well done!
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nice... so little words, but so very touching. fantastic imagery! and a very powerful last line.
keep it up, you're writing some brilliant stuff
ELW xx
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Short but sweet.
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I can't even begin to describe what I see in this.. all I can say is how it affected me..
Once the connections began to form it was like an assult, image after image, shapes within shapes ..form within form.. none of them 'more' than the other...
It is vast. It is small. It is one, and yet all things, happening at once.
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This was an attempt to make a psycho(bio)logical statement, which of course my previous post "the rainmaker" failed to convey. Glad that you liked it!
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