The evening and the twilight's
inner eyes both conspire to supply
the midnight sky with false fire.
The street's traveling me
are given names by the sun's
vibrating glass flames.
A train made of light
carries me into the
depths of night.
The shadow of an echo
resurrects the moons
troubled ghetto.
A contest entry
- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME (Now 20,000+) Part 10 The Grand FINALE 5000+ Points! by cricketjeff.
5000 points, ended February 12, 2008, 46 entries
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Comments
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Your Rhyme To Me
is awesome. The images you painted, were intense as they were varied. I specially liked the flow of the last stanza. thanks for entering. Best of Luck
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insufficient rhyme and meter to place in this contest, sorry.
Thanks for entering though.
Jeff and Sue
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