it's a cold cold night
and i'm seven steps away
from the games we've played
winds are stagnant
and your paper flowers
are flat and solemn
clouds lean
without reason and order
and the moon is pointless
sour as forbidden sunlight
the lemony sphere
hangs
on the edge
of my closed mouth
as an unsettled man
meets the truth
i walk away
from thresholds
and balance
and the game
is still
seven steps away
Author notes
Prompt :
Where I could find the moments blown upon fields of yesterday, my thoughts left stirring in tomorrow's whispered gathering…
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie, Prompt, No Line Limits :) by Cupcrazy.
550 points, ended February 22, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very nice!
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Lovely. =3
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This is a very good stop and think poem Well deserved on the gold.
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This is superb Richard. I love the opening lines and how easily they tie in with being repeated at the end of the poem. The lines in between share a bitter moment in time. There is also a distinct feeling of hurt or disappointment. Beautiful! Congrats on winning the Gold.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Exquisite
Wow Muddy I am absolutely in love
with your descriptives in this one.
Nice tight write my friend!
Red
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Forgot my clappies
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Excellent!
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I love this!
I especially love how you began and ended back at the same place and in between was so much beauty and truth...Just brilliant this is...
Lynda
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"winds are stagnant
and your paper flowers
are flat and solemn"
May the winds elevate your heart & turn the flowers into origami dreams, my Friend. Beautiful, Scribe. Good luck in Bunny's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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Beautiful
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