of a morning
these quiet stones bleed faith-
velvet and burgundy pearls grow round,
embers of crystal that shatterfall
against a sky of mirror.
a dead bird strikes the window hard
but feels no pain [ for each dove dies
a night before we notice ]
but tiny cracks appear -
they always do when Ivy chokes a wall.
Author notes
Word Bank:
Mirror Velvet Dove(s)
Embers Burgundy Faith
Stones Pain Bleed
Ivy Crystal Pearls
aka - all of those offered.
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A contest entry
- Let's Do Dark by Dalaney.
900 points, ended April 8, 2008, 25 entries
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i am certainly going to wear
this word out when it comes
to your writing...
STUNNING!
Love, Lane
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I sense gold, in only 10 lines with a word bank restrictions you have removed the barriers of those words and created beauty.
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this is breathtaking, kate.
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daunting enough...dead birds hit the window..I like the thoughts of ivy cracks the wall...sorta puts a crimp in life...you did well with the prompt...and the poem....
Mal
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I tried to do this one. Couldn't use all the words in only ten lines. You are brilliant.
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I really like the bracketed section, as if you were whispering a secret to the reader even as they read the poem. And the final two lines gave me such a visual; I see those tiny cracks as if the wall is destroying itself in an effort to get free of the ivy, as if those few small cracks will allow enough air for it to survive. Good luck, EK!
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I see you've been doing some light reading, Pinky and the Brain style. I love that second stanza. It just sounds so cool it has to be true.
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