There is a field of snow
No matter where my pencil does go
Oh.
The Scribbles turn out to be straw
Being reaped by a large graphite claw
ah.
Snap
Crackle
Pop
Who can make its nightmare stop
A light. A crack. A spark
I throw away my wooden club
Whose spark hath set the snow aflame
And as the snow melts
Earth.
But earth soon gives way to ash
The light is consuming.
The light waves
bends
strikes at the snow
A tiger stuck in a blizzard.
Proud.
Destructive; the light is the executioner
As soon as the light appears
it starts to lose its spark
Dimming ever slightly
and then quicker
losing oxygen
until then
Darkness
There is a field of snow
No matter where my pencil does go
Oh.
Author notes
This is partially getting back into poetry
I know it may be not my best
but i like it mostly, hope you guys do too
A contest entry
- Light by poetryality.
1750 points, ended February 3, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is very creative and original. I am glad to know that this contest may have caused you to begin again. The "snow", "fire", and "light" create magic in this poem. A very clever take on the prompt. Thank you for this entry in my contest and I wish you the very best in the Comp.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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This shows personalitity, verse and reflective vices of the word light, thank you for sharing,good luck in her contest..mm
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