Emerald blades that cut the silence
stirring with the air
mixing the spring of morning
until breathing is all you can do
To embrace the scent after a delicate rain
threatens
a burning
rainbow below your feet
leaves
dancing through the pain
When you come to the end of the path
where there is no trap left to stir
Fate falls in your hands,
Nature, it was always
Her.
Author notes
hm..hard to explain. lolz. I'm too tired....haha.
A contest entry
- PICTURE PROMPT VIII - 15 ENTRIES / 15 LINES by ShelleyA.
800 points, ended February 8, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A good write. Serene. Lovely depth of feeling. Good imagery, flow and tone. Nice descriptives. Good word choice. Thank you for your entry.
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arrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwwww how wonderful. i read it like four times and it got better and better. Good luck in the contest!


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I like it
I love the way this ends, made me want to take a deeper look at the rest of the poem. The emerald blades and burning rainbow are pretty.
Wow I understood the poem a lot better
reading it the third times the charm I guess.





