Each shard of glass,
clinging upon the
spheric shape that
hangs longingly to the ceiling
hold memories
of everyone who spent
endless nights
underneath it's light.
The good,
The bad
The perfect,
and the horrid.
The nights spent
Together
you and me
under the glass coverd ball,
of memories
are forever enclosed.
And our secrets
kept quite
but to dance
under it
one last time
is only a figment
of imagination.
Author notes
Totaly random poem I wrote really late at night while it seemed as if i was high, but I wasn't.
A contest entry
- completely anything you want! NO RULES WHAT~SO~EVER! by ibsons hysops.
1000 points, ended May 30, 2007, 65 entries
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Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Quick Pre-write Contest by Nicole Hanna.
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Anything.
Comments
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Random or not, it has a certain quality to it that had me reading it a second time before I settled myself to comment. I think it's that there's something so fundamental here, that any reader can relate. Thanks for entering.
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Very nice. Love the imagery of the disco ball in this one. Vivid, enticing almost. Thanks for your entry & good luck in my contest
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Well, I am glad you weren't high, for I don't like seeing great poems come out of drug abuse...that only encourages their usage. I loved the imagery, as well as the way you described a disco ball. You spoke of the memories each mirrored shard of glass holds. You didn't seem to miss a single emotion that an inanimate object such as a disco ball can "witness". Keep up the great work, good luck in the contest, and thanks for sharing!
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I Liked this! Good Luck in the Contest!!!
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