Only some universe
cast its shadow on the sky,
as if it were night.
Only you
herald the kind of tranquility
that is night,
win the cryptic freedom
that is a dream.
Yes, though I slept
a sleep that the dead
live in,
and wore a bright coffin,
I knew, like a palm,
that your hand
was still to pluck the night
and pour it in my eyes.
Only the metallic moon
fell into the sea
and corroded,
there was no night
last night.
A contest entry
- Personification! by Emily Ankrom.
500 points, ended April 20, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Very nice poem, but it is somehow sad and after its end it left a bitter tense hanging in the air, leaving readers out of breath. This poem is a place where light meet dark, and where muse meet a poet. You, as a poet has found your specific personality writing this kind of poetry.
~Sonja~
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I knew, like a palm,
that your hand
was still to pluck the night
and pour it in my eyes.
I don't exactly know why
but this is my favorite part.
I just loved the words you
used.
Great personification.
Good luck.
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