Child bending over flowers:
a perfect picture of Pre-Lapsarian
innocence, the product of a painter's
palette and a yearning for
the simplicities of life
before the Fall.
Oh, child--you do not know,
nor should you, that you,
like the flowers, will fade
and lose your bloom.
Smell the blossoms while you can--
enjoy your short-lived honeymoon.
A contest entry
- Nothing Gold Can Stay... (Prewrites Allowed) by McRae by nature.
1100 points, ended August 18, 2007, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Simple Beauty by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended October 14, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Awww, this one is kinda sad. I know that everything has a time to live and a time to die. Some people see the cycle of life as beautiful, but I still intend to fight it every step of the way. Thanks for entering.
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The voice here is one of wisdom tinted with woe.
You liken these moments of innocence to bliss of new found love and it works well. Thank-you for sharing!
Blue
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A really wonderful and compact poem with a lot of poignancy and emotional punch. Best of luck in the contest with this marvelous piece.
D.D.M.
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:)
oooooohhh this was a good one... i liked how you described a childs growing up like a flowers life...
this was excellent!
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This was a very good write. I like the way that you related childhood to a honeymoon. This was really perfect for my contest. Thank you
Carrie
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innocense fades it always does, sorry that's what i took from this right,
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