We were the poets who laughed together
who skinned the rainbow
and hung slabs of flesh
on wattle trees to dry in the wind
of ocean-breath.
We were the poets who grew old together
who grinned at the absence
and painted a new set of 7 colours
that would never dissolve
with time.
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A contest entry
- Quickie Quest ~ Prewrite Party 2 by Namita.
300 points, ended October 6, 2007, 95 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PIF - Milking A Rainbow by amaranthine lover.
425 points, ended September 29, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critique welcome.
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this is a fantastic little write thanks so much for the entry
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lol....I first read the last word as lime (no glasses on)that worked too, but I like your ending better....ttfn Laurel
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Ohh I love this again. You are soo good. And 7 could have ben seven. This was awesome. Last lines were too good.
Luv,
~Candy
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ah yes but then it stuck out too far. I didn't like it like that.
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"who skinned the rainbow
and hung slabs of flesh
on wattle trees to dry in the wind
of ocean-breath" <--I absolutely love that.
This is a great write, short and sweet.
Good luck in the contest!
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