Morning-blue wood
lightens sky thinking
feed on her mouth:
its empty construct shall
understand not
deep feelings.
Distressing wave
of sorrowing wood-berries
all red with blue
again the unseen desire.
Consumated.
Allied claws under star-jolted Northern Lights
like drenched maze
the cry unheard yet
fog clasped breaths under trees.
Can children sing
the song of love,
the decision in love's soul
on the path to aerate the darkness?
A contest entry
- Give Me Your Best Poem by AshtrayBaby.
2100 points, ended August 22, 2007, 37 entries
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400 points, ended January 31, 7 entries
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Comments
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Wow.
This was really beautiful.
I don't know what to say.
Thank you for entering.
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can they sing?? i dont think so. amazing choices of words..displaying a good elements of poetry. well-written. regards
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I thank you for your warm words about my "Aerobia". This was a hard one to produce so it is appreciated that it is appreciated. Thanks again.
Donald
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