She strings the air in falsettos,
as fading hymns of life,
fingers playing callously
with acrylics of mid-night:
she joins;
one dot, with another.
Author notes
This is about an African girl, living in complete poverty. Despite all the difficulties, the joy of art still comes as in her imagination she draws those little join-the-dot figures with the stars
A contest entry
- Cherished Quickie - PIF by StormGoddess.
425 points, ended May 7, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticism Is Very Much Welcomed -- I Am Here To Learn
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This is lovely...as are all your works! Ver nice imagery and beautiful wording. Great job!
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very very nice. can i give you a challenge? try a rougher style. try angst. i'd like to see you do something different.
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This is really a nice image
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I remember sitting and 'connecting the dots' in the stars. This was nice for the prompt. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm
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Aww! How cute! This is so beautiful, Asfand I love the subtle rhyme in the fist stanza... and the "falsetto"... Very creatively done!
- namita
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