a warm blue sky curls up
into night's ashen fist
humming crescent lullabies
A contest entry
- Three Line Poems by Amy Meneses.
600 points, ended October 29, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Stunning imagery. I've watched the sky curl up into the fist of night many times and never get tired of it. This poem makes me hungry for summer in the wee days of January
(because freezing to watch isn't a pleasure...lol).
Still, to see night flexing fingers at dawn and dusk is soothing, as you say, like a lullaby. No matter if the light is red ribbon, yellow ribbon, or blue-gray ribbon... it's always has a luxurious cascade at dawn and a dramatic raveling at dusk.
Wonderful food for my imagination
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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What great imagery and metaphor here, my friend.. I love the metaphor of "night's fist"... the closing of the hand of light. Pure pleasure to read this.
~ Nicolette
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Interestingly the form requirement prompted it,and it earns another fragrant comment to cherish dear friend.
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