when you gather me
in baskets,
remember
our faces,
a drop
of ocean moons
and
sounds.
I know that the rain
will stop
to pour your voice
across my eyelids,
so
leave me
in the stalk
red
as your eyes
with no thorns
that will lean
into the afternoon.
A contest entry
- Nature PIF by CarolDesjarlais.
625 points, ended October 23, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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when you write trophy is taken for granted, you'r gifted girl. Best wishes to you
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This is gorgeous. I don't have any points or applause or I would most certainly give it. Stunning, lovely work.
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I feel these words more than you know my friend. Most especially at this juncture in my life. I love the use of "no thorns".
Congratulations on winning the Silver Cup!
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Renee
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Oh this so spoke to me of grief.... wonderfully evocative writing.
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Oh, I love those last lines..no thorns leaning into the afternoon, a very beautiful poem! I love your poetry!!!
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