indian summer
leaves in swells of brighter stars,
the sound of louder cities
and the intensity
with which it all
began.
it left with larger
meaning,
yet.
A contest entry
- simple by Melissa Gayle.
400 points, ended September 26, 2007, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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The first stanza ...
is very good. The second not so much. Hard to read print that tiny in any case. I think you could find a better title as also. That one is very pedestrian.
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i so dig this.
indian summer ... ha great song.
♥
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There is so much behind this...
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Such deep meaning in such few words. You are really good at that. I hope that you are doing well. God Bless....Love, Trina.
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isnt it crazy how we attach so much to summer that when it leaves we actually physically become 'sick'..our mood is altered. very sad. why cant every season be happy go lucky. thats what im aiming for this fall. thus far, lol, its not looking too good.
nice read. enjoyed. good luck in the contest.
blu
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the sound of louder cities
I really like the way that line rolls out the tongue.
like, alot.
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I love it but I had to put my spectacles on to see it...
Are you feeling tiny today... I get like that sometimes...
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It is a wonderful piece...
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