The breeze whispers
Softly...
Rustling leaves of the past
Can you hear it?
Listen carefully
Now it's blustering through
The colors splash
Vibrantly across
Painted by an unseen hand
Can you see it?
Close your eyes
Imagine the dreams
Look through it
Look through it
Do you see?
Can you understand?
Just let go for a moment
Blind...deaf
Open your mind
Plead with my soul
Look through it
Look through it
A contest entry
- Figurative Language (For the Aspiring Poets group) by duana.
300 points, ended September 21, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I see you can be poetic when you let yourself go. Beautiful poem. Congrats on winning the silver!
Jim
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What strikes me about this poem is that you try to include the ready throughout. Often that does not work, but I think it was effective in this poem.
I do like poets who take chances.
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A very original and refreshing way to portray memories.
I have never thought of memories like this before, but you really drew me in. It was so effective because your description of the Fall season was like a wind pulling us right into your poem, and memories themselves are powerful- it's a genius idea. Your language is very colorful, descriptive, and beautiful.
Great job! I loved this one.
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Terrific piece my friend. The images you drew with your words seemed to remind me so much of fall season. The images of bright and beautiful colors were terrific...great work dear poet.
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hmmm... interesting... I like it... made me think about halloween from when I was like 6 years old... wierd, haven't thought about that in awhile... anyways, beautifully done! nice reading something new from ya!
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