Her body shook with the colors of his brush,
reds, whites and blues, like the 4th of July
watching it drizzle over a divided nation
where stars disappear before morning.
The picuture grew into a thought
full grown too late they're all gone
the children's bread they never asked for
dipped in sorrow's bowl, but got it
A contest entry
- ~Michael Israel~ by Asdzaa Nadleehe.
3250 points, ended November 28, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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For a short write this carries such power..
A wonderful entry, thank you so very much for creating such amazing imagery...
Peace and many blessings
~A~ -
Beautiful imagery!!
Her body shook with the colors of his brush,
reds, whites and blues, like the 4th of July
watching it drizzle over a divided nation
where stars disappear before morning.
This stanza impacted me the most. I love the concept of the various colors of paint drizzling over a divided nation. That is such a powerful statement about unity as a nation. When we all work together, and take each other's hand in our own, we forge an insurmountable bond. We cry together; we grieve together; we live for each other. Bravo!!
Knight70
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short & sweet!!
This is such a beautiful write.
It really is amazing and written so well and you can really see that you have a fantastic talent in writing such gorgeous poetry!!
The title really adds to the poem, but it still leaves a moment for mystery to lingre, which I love!
The words that you use are really deep, and very discriptive and this poem holds such creativity!!
Good luck and Keep writing you have an amazing talent!
Love Kristy
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