failing:
frigidity passes;
she glimpses warmth across
a twinkle-lit room,
looks into the prisms
of your eyes
and melts...
A contest entry
- frosty by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended January 1, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, to melt...sigh.
No wonder this won, hon.
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its a dream
you never know ... 2008 may be my year lol1
thanks for dropping by hun
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Just beautiful.
Chelsea
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lovely!
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You have a gift for the tiny poem that is full of intensity.
Good luck in the contest.
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there you go again, there you go again ... there is some mist everywhere, and the droplets have got these little colors in them that just .... ah well, .... lovely writing ... Moqui
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softer of your words of late... so nice to see..
glad that it melts sometimes eh lass...
good stuff luv
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I like this.
I'm waiting for my prism, but i have a feeling it'll come, you know? Perhaps in a face I already know, and I'm just not seeing it yet.
Anyway..beautiful as always, this sparkles.
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