On the bark thickened by an old oak,
the squirrel listened to sounds of forest,
trees, fondled by discreet north wind,
to give the branches an ancient harmony.
Landscapes brushed by love songs' light
a lecherous spoke of sun on adret,
color to wood a purple, gold in secret
of a mount crowns in solstice in edge.
The vulnerable force in islet of peace,
where look grabs in serene feeds,
rainbow of life in a pious state of soul.
Listen to birds in poetics singing,
babbling the softness of my soul rhymes
in a pantheist worshiping of tendencies.
Author notes
Prompt: Solstice
Note: adret
according dictionary.com
–noun
a side of a mountain receiving direct sunlight.
A contest entry
- 10 entries. 10-20 lines. Prompts. by Tangled Angle.
450 points, ended February 18, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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8.6
I could have sworn I said not to use the prompts as titles. -shrug- I might have not, but oh well. It doesn't matter. lol
I think the phrasing of this was rather awkward in a lot of places, but besides that I thought this was a well thought out poem.
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Some nice imagery you have here with some overwhelming thoughts but the meaning took a bit beating while achieving that.Anyways, well written and best of luck in the contest
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