He rails against the greed of ages:
the kings that flip the tables on
Children.
Balances fully on the turning point
between lies and butterflies.
Reads the morning, truths encased in
yellow gold skys, breaks it out and feels
them run down his body- cold water truths:
The droplets glisten in the sunlight,
but they dry quickly in the stiff wind.
A contest entry
- These Times by skaldkraft.
450 points, ended July 11, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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Very visual work here, with words that allow the reader to feel. Nice! Abstract poetry always deserves a few reads. Each time I read this poem, I got different notions. I like!
April
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Sorry something happened and the contest will have to be cancelled
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Oh, how I enjoy abstract poetry. Well-done. Thank you for entering the contest
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