Blindly wafting seed-heads in the sky
specks of mankind floating through existence,
precariously drifting through their lives
advancing on the path of least resistance.
Tick tock dreams pulsed with passioned vigour,
like summer blooms they peak then slowly fade,
on fragile seeds they count the passing hours
as minutes of their lives are swiftly played.
Too soon the seconds scatter on the wind
squandered seeds of time frittered away,
blown out wasted dreams left unfulfilled
more welcoming tomorrow than today.
On fluffy parachutes they softly spin
in slipstreams of a cold decaying breath
like the dandelion clock, lives are frail
just whirling seeds hooked in their dance of death.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration #8 by Laura Lamarca.
600 points, ended August 21, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i like the light and dark imagery here, ah time, it can drag sometimes and then other times it is gone before we have a chance to blink - a good deep poem
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I love the imagery you have penned with your words. This was a lovely poem. I love the title. You rhyming is great, not forced at all. Thank you for sharing. Best of luck in your contest. Sounds like a winner to me. Take care, Sandy
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I love the metaphor here and imagery. The second stanza is my favorite.
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