How many petals must I pluck
one by languid one
and utter phrase of listless hope
then whisper words
of bitter solitude
'til yellowed garb
of nature's lustrous cloak
leaves naught behind
but angst and browning seeds?
. . . just one more.
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt: by amaranthine lover.
300 points, ended January 22, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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sensible and strong and just what I love to see when people take the prompt to the next level, Thanks for saving me from contest boredom!
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incredible... a very strong, very genteel, very thought provoking piece...
lovely!
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I enjoyed your response to the prompt. It would be a fearful thing, indeed, to be percieved as a many-petalled prognosticator by the love-lorn. And a meaningless demise as, if the answer is unwanted, they will pick your neighbor and repeat. Otherwise, often a satisfactory answer will incite desire for confirmation, and then...there goes the neighborhood!
Lovely "leaves naught behind/but angst and browning seeds!" Great depiction of little ritual done by countless readers and multiple generations
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LOL!! Diane, I love this comment. It makes me laugh--out loud. I don't know if you meant to be funny or straightforward, but I love it. Thanks for your wonderful comment.
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You are most welcome!
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a poem that makes one think..it made me sad so it is good writing..that is what poetry is suppose to do...move it's reader...good luck with the contest
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