My subtle curve of test tube glass,
A rich yellow face,
Full of light, into dark I pass,
A whisper with a diamond filled trace,
A glint in the shadows,
And I am near,
Behold,
Mr Lightbulb is here,
I cringe at the clock,
Blind you from its time,
I summon you to the eternal shadows,
And unto the Heavenly chime,
Of a thousand toothpicks,
And two teeth,
A theoretical stroll,
Upon the heath,
A cheeky bowl,
Of morning cereal,
Crispy, crunchy,
Snap, Pop material,
And most of all,
I am Mr Lightbulb,
Yes,
That is I,
Perhaps not as bright as the sun,
And not very well fitted in the sky,
But in your room,
Around your head,
I devour the words of your book,
And switch you of too bed.
A contest entry
- Instead of a Human... by Rianna Bear.
600 points, ended April 17, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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that was way cool, and i think i'd like to be a lightbulb in my next life now
very creative and you were very thorough w/this idea. thanks so much for sharing and for your entry.
*rianna
p.s. last line should be 'to'
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I really enjoyed this =) , Best of luck in the contest
Princess,
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