you're old when it's cold
ninety years in ninety days;
twelve minutes of twelve hours,
exercise it back around
back to summer sprint,
posture of hope doesn't need splint
trees at dawn, dirt under fingernails
an odd dream fold
an arrow in the air,
wings pointed livability
more vividly than greens
or yourself under snow
climb a tree to see a playmate and weather perfume,
by vista for this desert neighborhood~
bloom well being should one way only be dungeon
Author notes
good luck isn't even a flashlight
please keep comment trimmed...
without emoticons or the applause!
though rose adds a nice margin --
A contest entry
- 15 Lines or Less - a weekend contest by tara wilson.
700 points, ended February 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
needed this type of write before I get my babies account verified
Comments
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well, to me all these lines are just images, they are beautiful and your alliteration is excellent, it's what I love about your poetry..and I know who you are by the style...BUT - damn, I don't get a message or a clear AHA moment from this poem at all... whatsoever and I have read it many, many times.
Maybe it is just me...I'm sorry
Roses for entering my contest..I appreciate it so much..thank you
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