trees
and the sound
of night
call your name
from the inside
of their tongue,
pink,
like suns
that run over watercolor -
and the sky
is a skirt
of black light
with bright
green hemlines -
your eyes,
the stars
upon them.
Author notes
an addition to the color series
A contest entry
- Pimp up my honorable mention or trophyless by leander.
400 points, ended December 4, 2007, 86 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Ooh, another great poem that you have written here! I noticed you've written wonderful poetry in this style, but most of the time, time lacks me to comment properly - hence the pimping contests
Anyway, I love the images you have painted within the words, as well as this soothing, sensual atmoshpere you created again with it
Thank you for entering this poem as well, and I wish you the very best
Leander -
Simple but mysterious and intriguing. You leave a lot to the mind's eye. Beautiful descriptions. I wish it were night so I could see what you mean.
Thank you for entering.
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I have read this 4 times today..LOL...I think I am all your visitor views....finally getting around to commenting and I am still speechless...
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Beautiful
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Oh my goodness... you pen a portrait liek few I ever read.... stupendous writing, me pen friend..and this is exactly why you are on my favorite list.
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Now this is a beautiful one, Namita - simply lovely. Loved the colours here and of course the metaphor of trees - another favourite metaphor of mine... moon, stars, trees. Somehow this poem reminded me of my "new dress" poem!! These beauties are really pouring from your pen and I so love these different collections of yours!
~ Nicolette
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