Ozone pure echoes
of violet rays playing
hide and seek in mystic dawn,
beckoning all to embrace
the nectar of life and
I pulsate.
Insecure wavering
with purple thoughts
of edgy unknown
make me nervous and
I fail to grasp the octave tune
of dancing rhythm.
Moron self wanders
into the maze of
so called myriad journey
and is bewildered by the
eternal cycle of life and death
from eons of time.
Violet turns into scorch brown
and time elapses
with new dawn but
like a morphine entity
I still vacillate
as a puppet.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie Judged by RedwingSpirit.
525 points, ended March 2, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love this
It connects on so many levels of our existance.
You've done an excellent job with this, my friend. A vry meaningful and pertinant piece from your mind and pen.
Congratulations on the Silver triphy, too
Dee
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Aha!
Aha! Good morning from India.
"Meeeeeew" from catz after long long time.
Thank you dear for appreciation.
Be well always.
Take care
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Thank you for the silver medal.
Have nice time.
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Awesome Write!!
Thank you for taking the time to enter this poem into my contest. I wish you the best of luck .
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