‘vindictive’ --
the word curls
your tongue
into breakers of
autumn-leaf fire
soft dew-fingers
of peace
sizzle like butter
and
rain-tunes spin
themselves dry
in presence of
wildfire;
i cannot win.
In a list
A contest entry
- The first lucky 7 by Lavender Butterfly.
390 points, ended September 4, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critical comments are most welcome.
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Revenge is really something ain’t it? As it really does…”curl ones tongue into breakers of autumn leaf fire.” The poem really spoke to the readers about vengeance but with colorful words put together to produce a bronze winning poem. I wonder no more…
-Blanche
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The imagery in this is simply perfect!
Thanks for sharin!
-Cheers.
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Thanks a million.
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Wonderful! I love the profounf imagery. Great write, good luck in the contest...
Candy
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Well said. I can certainly feel this one too. Very profound and real. Thanks for sharing... x Love and light, Butterfly.
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Thanks!
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