They stretched up,
dedicated land lords
eye-spying my feet
that with each step
pulled muses
from the ground.
Like cans full of
organic lusts
they lined the horizon,
tickling it as the sun
hung out on its favorite
thin line.
They (those flowers)
told me
that the wind was blowing
to the end of the earth
and they basked in their
own beauty.
I smiled and began to
breath again.
(Their task forever fulfilled.)
Author notes
My prompt of choice: Working Wildflower.
Ask and it will be answered.
Give and I'll take it out of your hands
as quickly as you'll give it ;D
Aka...comment/critic me!
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- Da Crib: Challenge One by Tangled Angle.
400 points, ended June 29, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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neat, it is music to my ears to hear your work again. i missed it.
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Aww, I've been missing seeing you
You're going to have to tell me allll about it!!!
I was looking at your pictures and saw some people
from speech, speaking of which, you should join
next year!
Thanks for the comment dear.
peace to all ~flight
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Interesting take on the phrase!
In stanza two "It's favorite" should be "Its favorite"
Other than that, pretty subtle, and creative.
I liked it, and thanks for the entry.
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Thanks for catching the mispell,
it has always been a week point
peace to all ~flight
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