We are gathered by moss-

missed like spring
rain,
light showers boiled
on asphalt, with water
unseen before falling
back to sky as misted
dream. Quiet eyes
blink around blue,
seek traces
of same beyond self,
gathered by the moss
between pavement cracks
and trust.

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Miss You by Naridill. 350 points, ended December 17, 2007, 16 entries
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Naridill
December 17, 2007

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Brilliant metaphors and imagery. A little out of card material but I fell in love with the phrasing and imagery

Thanks for entering
much luck
JohnnyD
December 16, 2007

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ohhhhh, I especially liked this write, exceptionally fantastic choice of metaphors and hidden meanings.
worth a hundred bunnies!
ardentMarch
December 15, 2007

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this is SO excellent....I would buy this card...
very lovely imagery...
rebeka
December 15, 2007

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this soft moss that connects each thing, cushions the coldness, and holds so much together. comfort moss

i love the word play in this.
naked roots
December 15, 2007
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I feel this...
excellent, once again.
Suzanne Dia
December 15, 2007

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I love the first line, it could be mist or missed, such good word play

Beautiful, Katie.
dehydrated
December 15, 2007
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poignant yet beautiful!