as the ocean foam,
the clouds blushed;
and the cheeks
of mother's moon,
were thoughts away,
I tired to touch
A contest entry
- 'Morning ride' by Lavender Butterfly.
450 points, ended December 28, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticism Is Very Much Welcomed -- I Am Here To Learn
Comments
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- as the ocean foam,
foamed?
-bit confused about the use of mother. as in, your mother wasn't watching?
overall, nice.
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lovely poem
congratulations on the shiny trophy..
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Oh wow ~ you've touched me once again with the magic of your words... Thanks ever so much for sharing this... x Love and light, Lavender Butterfly.


