Submerged in the tracing of fall,
a lightened birth upon fragile string
to find dreams perched tall,
upon my soul and actuality's tree
while the seeds of winter, become undone.
Leafing dress does grow anew,
on bared breasts of bark and rose
and nectar-scents borne on zephyrs
alight the day in a moment's pleasure
as I sucked and nibbled, on a petal.
A contest entry
- PIF Prompt by penman.
525 points, ended November 16, 2007, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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