please, don't crush this
tendril that's started to grow
a creeping vine in my heart
intoxicating me with you
it's been a long time now
i thought i was protected
where did my permafrost go?
suddenly its springtime
and you know what that means...
like new life after a forest fire
i'm starting to heal,
all i need is the chance to blossom
i don't want to burn again
A contest entry
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900 points, ended September 8, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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Pretty...it feels slow and gradual, like it's unfurling...mirroring the theme of the actual poem really nicely. I particularly liked the lines "like new life after a forest fire i'm starting to heal" - quiet, and sort of tentatively certain. Lovely.
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This is really good Jessi, I recall a time like this, good word choice and whatnot.
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oha. nice metaphor.
everyone deserves a chance to blossom. its so sad when the flower burns.
cute.
i like this. good luck in the contest
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