I listen to the
leaves as they
crackle underfoot
and chitter-chatter
with the wind
I study desolate
places and
my heart swells
with pride
as I witness
the tenacity
of the soul
I look deep within
my heart
and sometimes
it's as if a
voice whispers
softly in my
ear
and then the
words flow...
A contest entry
- Prompt Not a Quickie 30 lines or less 10 entries by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended December 8, 2007, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Amazing job
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yep, it can happen like that :-)
beautifully descriptive and visual.
nicely done, i enjoyed it.
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Thanks for reading this poem and the constructive crits.
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Very well written with an excellent choice of words. Great way to express your inspiration for writing, and the use of the pen. Keep up the good work.
Best wishes,
Moses
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I know the feeling
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Beautiful stated! It is the quiet whisper that brings our words to life...our muse wanting to be heard through us.
Well done.
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Thanks for the comments and the award! There are so many reasons to write, but sometimes that little voice speaks up - whispers to your soul and you have to write, something...
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This is fantastic.....
So far the winner...IMHO.....
Write on!
*PEACE*
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Thanks for reading and for taking time out of your day as well! I'm glad you enjoyed it - amazingly seemed to come from nowhere, like I was inspired or something...
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