Standing in the field,
lovers pause,
his arms around her
tiny dancer waist.
She leans behind
neck stretched, lips parted
counting the seconds
until her lips meet his.
Head forward, lids open
he looks past
her freckled skin,
counting the blades
of grass behind them.
Author notes
username: tigress3737
A contest entry
- PRE-WRITES WITHOUT TROPHIES ONLY by lindaburns.
1300 points, ended December 13, 2007, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - no title by lee-sharp.
1500 points, ended January 15, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Great little poem, a moment in time (If not so good) captured oh so well.
Hate the green background though.
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Comments by Judge
tigress3737, why you tell me your name? is anonymous contest.
I like the poem a lot. How like a man. I am going to be highly offended if he is put off by her freckles. My only hope in this situation is what goes around, comes around.
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