Wrinkled lion
In blurry recesses of trodden sand and fast flowing ebb
Of unlimited city dreams
Where were your dreams laid
When you placed them safe in sand-castle unities
or mystique mapped-potentially treasure island directions?
Was the big city in the background
Or only its lights?
Would it have made a difference that it got lost in concrete or wave-matter duality,
Whatever that was?
What would’ve been swifter?
Only don’t turn away
But show your mane
In black sand
Turgid black sand…
Turgid.
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A contest entry
- picture prompt --- use your imagination by pantress.
600 points, ended March 12, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love learning new words, 'Turgid'. I am amazed at all the differences in what we each percieve from the photo. Try as I may, I cannot see the lion. Thank you for entering and best of luck in the contest. Jennifer
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A black Lion.An interesting write to the picture.Wll done and good luck, Ros
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