The morning drags its weary bones through paths descending west
In wake of fretting grains of night ascending sunset’s crest
Themselves in chase of parting eve astride a dying day
Rekindled into birthing light as morning slinks away.
The circle’s done
and never breaks
and tulips hatch on silver lakes...
A crawling blob of primal hell infests your eastern sill
Vaingloriously pouring in, intent on mindless kill,
You let its tendril touch your skin beneath the linen sheet
And beast turns helpless snuggling cub asleep against your feet.
You pull the sheet to let the larks invade the sneezing sky
Then hordes of giggling butterflies escape your winking eye
The crawling blob turns mighty sun and boils away the sea
While snowbells bloom between your toes to dance your love for me.
The morning’s done
a stifled yawn
crowns birthing day’s majestic dawn...
Old lizards lose heroic tails at war over your shoe,
The one you lost inside the muck of earth inhaling dew
When chasing bashful daffodils in love with snapping oak
And wedding buds to drunken shoots beneath the shadow’s cloak.
You limp your way inside the hug of carpets sprouting wheat
As trailing sparks attack your hem, your crushing heel to greet,
Then lie amongst the waving spikes allowing passing birds
To pull your dress above the knee and sing you loving words.
The day is done
a fleeting smile
a blushing cheek devoid of guile...
A pod of whales, like warring gods drive sabers in the sun
Then nail its bulk to ocean’s floor until the night is done,
My fingers reach beneath your skirts in search of blazing skin
The orcas playing songs to love in whistles long and thin.
I rip your silk, you rip my shirt, we rip the burning sheets
Then pull a dragon’s whiskered nose from mountain’s deep retreats
And as he bawls his way to clouds to bathe us in his breath
We let the feral beasts of love lay claim to raving death.
The evening’s done
inside the flame
lie crumbling scraps of blushing shame...
I watch your silent form, asleep, above a heap of rags,
And touch your swollen bottom lip as sorrow gently nags,
Your beauty shorn to flower stains of blue and red and black
Upon your breasts, between your thighs, around your curving back.
I tie a ribbon to your wrist to scribe my rhyming plea
Then dip a feather to your wound’s sweet-scented potpourri...
When fingers clamp around my neck and bear me to your smile
And shyly ask me, once again, to raise the dragon’s bile.
The night is done
when falling stars
write tales of love inside the scars...
The morning drags its weary bones through paths descending west
In wake of fretting grains of night ascending sunset’s crest
Themselves in chase of parting eve astride a dying day
Rekindled into birthing light as morning slinks away.
Author notes
IMPORTANT NOTE: this is NOT a prewrite, it is a NEW write. because of some AP magic/curse it was mistakenly removed from the contest and the only way to bring it back in was through the "pre-write" door.
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Thank you for this wonderful poem in the final contest of the series, it was a pleasure to read. Your imagery is superb and the way you describe 24 hours leave me personally, wanting more.
We would like to thank you for your support during these contests and hope that you have enjoyed them as much as we have. In reading we have learnt many things and made good friends.
Please keep your eyes open as we will be running further contests and look forward to reading more from you.
All the best
Sue and Jeff
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this is an epic poem! in years to come this will be studied for an english exam.
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thank you my friend for writing a comment you did not have to do, yet you did. chapeau
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Awesome!!!
I am greatly in awe of this piece. Not only with the vocabulary but with the images and sounds that it gave off. It is beautiful as it is brilliant.
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my dear friend, you made my day BIG time
thank you immensely
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Amazing Write......
Great rhymes and vocabulary!!!This was a beauty for sure the mental picture your words created was nothing less than brilliant!!! Thanks for sharing this piece with me tonight!!!~~Toni~~ -
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thank you for being a new visitor here, yet bringing with you such an impressive bouquet of words, my dear toni
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There is little i can say that would do this piece justice so i will just say Excellent
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thank you, dear talented legend
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Would that I be worthy to cast a few graceful lines at your feet, Maestro.. would that you have a big enough wheelbarrow to carry the points a-due..
Bravisimo!
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would that i get within a mile of your talented mind, my friend
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The circle of day...when I finished to read it, breathless with the beauty of your words, I started again from the beginning. To me 24 hours are not enough for your poetry. If you will not win this contest I will go to pick up tulips to the rest of my life... Magic...
~Sonja~
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the way i know these judges going, you will probably have to pick up those tulips oh, just imagining it... thank you sonja for always being a sun...
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"The circle’s done
and never breaks
and tulips hatch on silver lakes..."
Whoaaa...
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a one word worth thousands... thanks wanda
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As always, utterly amazing.
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thank you, billie, for short and sharp
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