There you are again
who is it this time?
Oh, it's you. Really?
I don't think so.
Okay, but it's your
style, not mine.
I know, I know.
Okay, here goes;
The moon's reflection
on the waves,
was like a spotlight,
following an invisible
dancer, move after move.
I don't like it. I know
it's not my style, why
do you think I don't
like it?
His shadow fell over them,
as they slept. Silent grin.
Trembling hands. He reaches
out to...
Why? I like dark. Okay,
let's get someone else
then, someone new.
The moon cast his shadow
on them, as they slept.
Like a dancer, move after
move, choreographed.
Silent grin, trembling hands....
A contest entry
- Random Thoughts by Random Thoughts.
1000 points, ended September 23, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Some amazing imagery and wording giving life to a very special sort of mixed up poem, like you where in 4 frames of mind,
Nice work and thanks for the entry,
Best of luck to you in this contest,
-Brenden -
"The moon's reflection
on the waves,
was like a spotlight,
following an invisible
dancer, move after move."
That indeed is a very interesting image.
Good luck in the contest. -
Oh, those pesky, pesky 'voices'...lol...like how you put together these random thoughts.
Love how you have ended it...the moon cast his shadow on them as they slept; like a dancer, move after move, choreographed; silent grin, trembling hands.' You should run with that for a full poem - it's lovely.
Good luck in your contest.
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