The summer of sanctity
The clouded sky soaks up the crave
Shaken throughout this desolate land
Drought stricken and devoid of spring
The time has salivated upon the city
And tempered his blind wave
Tuning your instruments with a soldiered hand
Your ticking orange sand ringing
You are seeding humanity -
Feigning solitary movements to heaven's canopy.
A contest entry
- and heaven can't wait 10 x 10 by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended January 9, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Bravo!
Dear Anthony, I do not always look at the images in these poetry contests...I am so glad I did this time. You capture Dali! Hard to do! 'Feigning solitary movements to heaven's canopy' Oh yes, indeed! Brilliant!Dali would recite this one himself and proudly! Jane
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This is truly evocative...jsut a ocuple of spots stumped me
soaks up the craven? craved....Crave
drought-stricken?
the time has alivated... Time has salivated?
his blind wave how about tempered blind wave, to elave it open for the reader for "his" makes it specific?
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Hi Carol. This was my experiment. Thanks for the tips.
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