Cobwebs

Windows mull

like abandoned grandmas.

Reluctant cobwebs

renounce all symmetry,

saddest corners of the room

turn philosophical;

poets in recluse,

scribbling cobwebs

in their journals.

A contest entry

Quickie, Prompt, No Line Limits :) by Cupcrazy. 550 points, ended February 22, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Celticmoon's and Leander's glue a trophy on my Prewrite by leander. 800 points, ended March 27, 2008, 74 entries
Honorable mention
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Amunet Wolfbane
March 26, 2008

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I love the metaphors here, abandoned grandmas is brilliant. This really gets into the psyche and I really love that
leander
March 25, 2008

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This is short but powerful, and it has some great imagery within these lines.

Absolutely like this one!
thanks for the entry,
Leander
Celticmoon
March 22, 2008

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So simple and so beautiful! There isn't much more one could say about this piece. The artistic quality here is stunning.
Thank you for entering.
Best of luck to you!

Blessings
Bel
scarlettohara
February 22, 2008
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wow!
beautiful imagery!! love it
Redstormy
February 21, 2008

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Wow
This could descibe me, just another crazy poet.
I think our words eventually drive us all mad.
Enjoyed the succinct form much!

Red
Cupcrazy
February 21, 2008
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Lovely take on the prompt, I loved the phrase "scribbling cobwebs", Great work Hugs, Bunny