autumn strips limbs bare,
swindling prized foliage
from unarmed nymphs.
under seasonal guises,
she hides away sunshine;
dripping beads of change
into shit-brown grasses.
nature’s fireworks explode
across frozen skylines;
leaves sparkle in blues
of brilliance
…as they fall to annual deaths.
Author notes
oh, for fuck's sake.
&& 2nd picture.
edited continuously. &reworked post-judging (too many lines for contest)
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie by Naridill.
550 points, ended November 10, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like the idea of annual death. Or maybe I should say phrase.
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Wow!
I don't remember you being this good. How did you escape the clutches of my group? You're style is something I can't touch.
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Nicely edited
Thankies for entering and much luck ~~~!
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I fucking love you.
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Check lines.
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oh fuck. ahh. fixing.
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"…as they fall to annual deaths." Nice ending I liked it very much. Great take on the prompt! I wish you the best of luck in the contest!!
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Such a great take on the prompt. Nice use of imagery and unique sense of detail. Nicely done!
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