Elegant stance
of creation's beauty,
inside the echo:
clouded dew.
Soiled in casted furnish;
mesmerizing glance
of heather and feather,
that lies within a crystal
of glass-dreams
and the poets were mere fragments
of philosophy and thought,
that lies broken.
Vixen leafings,
and the bared breasts
of minds
are winter.
A contest entry
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475 points, ended November 26, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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you turn a phrase very well! I loved your word choices and the imagery you painted.. This piece is very different from the others so far.. it doesn't tell a story... it shows....
Jessa
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The imagery in this piece I must say is very outstanding and well penned. You did great and I wish you the best of luck in the contest
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Oh man, this is really awesome penning...every word is improtant and drives the reader on to the crux of the poem. Bravo!
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