The flowerbeds became my feet,
The rose petals my shoes
I flew across the trees,
With the leaves as my wings.
My eyes were infected
The sun became my antidote
The medicine poured into me
And rid my body of your nicotine.
With the wind the scars blown away,
And left the buzz from the thunder for a better day.
Author notes
My relief.
A contest entry
- Sunday Morning Quickiness 10/10L/30 by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 11, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think and comment with advice if you can!
Comments
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quite some unique and different imagery here, but very meaningful words offering some dramatic moments...very well done...PK
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This is really great. Great imagery. Good luck in the contest wish i had of entered that one know.
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lovely poem...unique title...
TY for entering
Lynda
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