Clouded thoughts
drift within
the symphony
of time
rising upward
into the hand
that sings my life
taking me home...
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie ~*~ 10. 20 by Asfand.
450 points, ended October 12, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. I loved how a few parts of this seemed to fly, like birds or something, and then you took off into the air with the last line. Great job on bronze.
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Gorgeous entry, Donna, just beautiful! Congratulations on the bronze!
Hey, I just had a thought. What if you used the word "conducting" instead of "taking" to keep your imagery going until the end? "Conducting me home." Double meaning. Obviously, this is a trophy winning piece and is marvelous just how it is, but it was just a thought...
Anyway, congrats on the contests. Very lovely piece! -
Wow ~ exquistie ~


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Beautiful
Lovely write, produced glorious imagery in my mind. Thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest.





