Wake to cold crisp air
wash yourself in dew's soft glaze
as it covers you,
form thoughts in your head to bring
yourself from the near end
Author notes
My 'Happy' Poem!
A contest entry
- Birdsong by Shya.
700 points, ended June 24, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Only Prewrites by Samplette.
1000 points, ended September 20, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I can see the "Hope" not so much the "from within the gates of hell" A good little write though. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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A poem that says a lot in spite of its shortness and simplicity. Line 2 is my favorite line. Thank you for entering. A refreshing read.


