Sun goes 'round with flames unfurling-
I watch each exhausted cloud combust
fall ashen, dying embers glowing golden
then fading fast into
an octane twilight
Pedal to the metal- passion fuels this race
Will soon leave daylight in a pile of dusk-
Darkness rolls into the winners circle
as crimson tail-lights
trail on out of sight...
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Author notes
Art Credit: Bob Spath ~ NOTE: I tried to entertain a little different perspective... Way outside of the box, so to speak! I hope it's not too far out?
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From March 2008 by amaranthine lover.
525 points, ended May 1, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nicely written thanks for sharing
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This is wonderful! I started reading and the meter didn't let me stop, if flows so quickly and the image is vivid. Well done!
Love,
Amera♥
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Excellent penning. I love how you went about this poem. This is a three reader!!!!!!
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Different take on the photo, out of the box for sure, but leaves one thinking around the write right back into the photo and set, at least in my mind, a thought provoking consideration for what the enviroment is falling prey to. Excellent write
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yeah!
Yeah! Nicely done.
I enjoyed the metaphoric way you described this sunset.
Comparing the sunset to a car race is very ambitios and I think you did it very well.
Your take is very creative and you are to be commended for that.
Good luck in the contest.
I hope you have a race-winning day,
BJ.
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There is a part of you that loves to play with fire.
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chronicle this...
gorgeous photo! and the words leave unforgettable fumes in their wake. one provision over-turned leaves a gap stance of uncertainty, closer to a rift in some other dissension not worth mentioning. the use of octane warrants some sort of federal regulation - i'm sure of it. nice work in word and in image...
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Balldinger
Trace activation of the motor city rock magnet chip?
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