Skill of quill to design,
semblances of art for the mind.
Traipsing souls across the white,
in stained ink of dark sublime.
Concoction of verse complete,
metrical wording tempts to please.
Freedom soaring blindly whole,
prompting images on nerves delight.
Fragrance the essence intuited,
belief in pastoral goodness blessed.
Scenic wonder challenges stress,
within creators heart and breast.
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
700 points, ended November 1, 2007, 75 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Not my cup of tea but thank you for sharing anyway.
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It is not wasted dear friend. This is really beautiful. The host lost out, their loss. Your talent and intelligence shines brilliantly in this poem. Awesome writing.
Jeannie
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Very nice. Great word choice and flow, creative and very unquie. A very well written piece full of imagery.
Thank you for sharing.
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