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Her mistrals to weep
as palm of aurburn hand
netted veins to trod
upon leaflet surface,
residing within is debris,
of bared breast
from her barked lover.
Winds to sweep hearts
off as meaningless paper
drowning
within glorious twilight,
as September tolls
capture engraved souls,
inside passion
of arched branches
that meet each other
before their limbs
fall limp in Autumn
in celestial fall
of an angel's halo.
~
Author notes
inspired by my poem entitled
"Dead Stars"
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3276228 By Virgoan.
A must read.
A contest entry
- Dead Stars by Virgoan.
500 points, ended October 12, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Beautiful figurative language rendered. The images are clear and inseparable to the mind and heart.
Wonderful take on the poem prompt.
Thanks for sharing and best of luck
Keep the ink flowing.
VIRGOAN
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This is beautiful, my friend... loved the metaphor of falling here...the leaves as stars. Wonderful poetry!
~ Nicolette
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