Dead ancestors stand
where we can not quite touch them,
rise where we can not quite see,
breath air we do not notice gone.
Author notes
artwork "Dead Wood" by sheltered, contestholder
A contest entry
- Personal Artwork Series #03 by sheltered.
600 points, ended August 24, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Second read... This, while succint has a damn good chance.
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Beautiful and true. I love the meaning behind this.
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Well done. That is brilliant.
Last line is fine, dont change it.
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The first three lines really had a kick but the last left me dissapointed. There's still time to tweak!
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Gorgeous. Ahhh, how I've missed your words, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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Touching, sorrow filled truths! Said eloquently with feelings from her heart, to mine!
Beautifully Stated, Scribe.
~ Nicholas ~
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