As I walk through the meadow
The clouds begin to boil over
Trying to make my way back home
A place I haven’t been in an age
No matter where I run
The lightening crashes
Falling all around
Destroying all that is near
As if I were some lightening rod
As the field catches spark
I run to stay ahead
Pumping my legs as fast as I can go
As the flames slowly pull ahead
I look into the distance
And see it encircle my path
With nowhere left to run
Nowhere to hide
I lay myself down on the grass
And prepare to embrace
The coming warmth
A contest entry
- quicky! anything goes! as always i want your best! by urapns66.
425 points, ended April 2, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Oh wow.. this was really strong.. I really enjoyed this piece.. I always forget what I want to write when it comes to the end of your poems, because I am so into the reading of it.. Your writings have pulled me into so many iamges it's amazing.. I really liked this..
Great write.
Peace to you, Jetleena
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This is an awesome write!
i definitely love the emotion in this stanza:
"As the field catches spark
I run to stay ahead
Pumping my legs as fast as I can go
As the flames slowly pull ahead
I look into the distance
And see it encircle my path"
there is just so much happening here great words great job! and good luck!
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