a loud tumble of
finicky colour
abuses my eyes.
but i cant look away.
a squodge of grey
perfect
in the center
draws the eye
bridge of fire, or at least
i think thats what it is
maybe...
a window into hell?
or heaven?
but still a window...
perhaps.
A contest entry
- I myself am Heaven and Hell by Aesthete.
1000 points, ended October 5, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very intense poem with a very fine focus
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