White lion,
come your neck is finely boned and tightens
to a chord, we might as well be wolves in
our eyes. You look to be straining into
the rain or drinking the favored
of its rivers streaked. Like
white stone you have wilted -
water from a well,
you draw breath,
rise and fall,
rise and
fall...
gloria
A contest entry
- Blow Me Away. by Dead Red Head.
400 points, ended November 5, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Abstract, even with its references to physical things, but intense and concise.
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It had a lovely flow.
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An very well composed piece. I love your creative style. Well done.
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This looks like a shopping cart..lol Too cool. A very nicely written piece of poetry. I enjoyed this very much.
Kelli
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