Wake,
Shivering but anew.
Fresh life from the darkness of night grows,
If only briefly.
Too weak to last the day,
Left over from the night,
Like dewdrops on the grass.
A contest entry
- Dewdrop Morphing {contest] by cherche -d -ame.
300 points, ended July 11, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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Thank you for entering this into the contest. I always make it a point to read each entry several times [it is that way that I find something "new" in it everytime. and this was for me a journey of discovery. Your third line struck me as especially powerful[it made me think of regardless of how dire or dark the circumstances, there is always new light or life to look forward to]And the dewdrops on the grass presented a sparkling and happy visual to me. I know there are more things in between the lines [deeper ones] but I just wanted to touch on what struck me the most] Best wishes in this contest,
reenie
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Perhaps it is your nom de plume, but this seems to have Japanese overtures in its flavors. I like your descriptions here of the droplets and their brief life expectancy... Best of luck in the contest!
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Very nicely done,especially when you turn it from the dewdrop to (yourself?) With each day we make it though, our faith that we will survive the next grows! much love and best of luck~! john
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This is simply stated,
but deceptively beautiful.
Quite well worth the read...
Love, Lane
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