Soft and delicate tendrils,
caressing the eventime...
Sweet scents scattered through sable slumbers,
the night shattered
peculiar calls pepper the air.
All forms
lost in the shadows.
Trees shiver and whisper
as skeletal fingers protrude,
jutting into the sky;
old and parched leaves
float gently on currants
swallowed by the earth...
Time slowly passes,
and silhouetted stances
of eternal form
are shaken
and taken
to the other side...
For this is how it works at night.
Author notes
Enjoi.
A contest entry
- Please, inspire me. by GossamerAlice.
700 points, ended May 28, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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I love this!
Your vocabulary is amazing and the form of the poem is so unique it is just wonderful!
Thank you for this entry!
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