He remembered the yellow flowers,
receding in the stinging winter wind
what a gracefully peaceful day it was
even though it was cold enough to keep milk fresh
a doctor peeling away the dried afterbirth
from the delivery room floor
a flame fluttering on the wick,
blowing out in the wind
A contest entry
- Words for the Few by SurelyWritten.
390 points, ended May 3, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting piece... I like the imagery and the 'short and sweet' feel of this poem - well done on using the words from the wordbank
I wish you the best in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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Did you re-enter this? I'm so sorry, its been a long day- I'm sort of on the edge of confusion..
I remember suggesting removing a "stinging" from the poem, and I think I see that you have- Well done.
S
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