Clouds on the horizon
become purple cotton candy,
shiny motes before my eyes
inspire trails of fairies;
soft hand held dearly,
moist lips speaking my name
require no imagination.
Author notes
The endless horizon of my candied dementia
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie Contest 10/30/25 by penman.
525 points, ended August 13, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Quite simple but magical as the dreams it mentions.
These feelings need no explanation. Blue
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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I like this, it's gentle. Such vivid imagery in so few words and the ending is perfect. Thanks for sharing. Laura x
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