Twinkle twinkle
dying star
how he wonders who you are
Up above his dreaming eyes
exploding brightly in the skies
Screaming falling
limbs akimbo
You fell to earth...
...and lay as if dead.
Calloused hands of carven wood
Reach for hair he understood
To be of finest gold
Shimmering
Sliding
Gracing
Gliding
Silk across palms of bark
Dark brown eyes alight and aquiver
She opened that through which she could not see
if closed
And stared at he who stood above
Pale blue eyes
a look
Sun fallen amongst the hills
Author notes
and I meditated
Demington
A contest entry
- Golden- 15 poets or less/30 lines or less by HeavenonEarth.
950 points, ended March 4, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PRE-WRITES! ROUNDS CONTEST!!! by Luminescence.
525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 176 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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I'm going to be quick commenting because of the abundance of entries, so here is your score...
Title- 10
diction- 9
syntax- 9
wowness factor-6 not my favourite
Total- 34
Thank you so much for entering and participating in my contest and good luck,
~luminescence -
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A very fair judgment. It makes me smile sometimes to think of how strange our likes and dislikes are when it comes to poetry and other types of art. I have no idea why I like what I like. Just that I do. How odd...
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scribed a long the lines of stardust.
Thank you for the creative entry and all the best in the contest
Much Love and Many Blessings~
~Joy
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