when the sky
rained
flowers
toward the afternoon,
I watched
through the window,
red wine
falling
from the umbel
of their lips;
we picked
them up -
the moons, the dahlias
that laid
into the morning
till they all grew -
shorter than
shrubs
at the attic
A contest entry
- Copy Cat by FindingFaith.
300 points, ended October 31, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a beautiful poem.... you know how much I love flowers in poetry! Hope to see many more flower poems in this collection of yours, Namita!!
~ Nicolette
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Very pretty words you have penned here.
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beautiful poem good luck in the contest
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