of parrots and peacocks,
this canvas seems endless -
rich with impetuous colour,
a layered tempest of bright
and angry bent eye,
but deep in the silence
of light,
the dead bird
wears the loudest
feather.
In a list
A contest entry
- handful of feathers by unraveled.
1750 points, ended May 27, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think (Critical Honesty Appreciated)
Comments
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I definitely began reading this with high expectations, I don't think it met them but it wasn't a disappointment either. I think my only real issue with it is the fact that it's so short, and left me with questions and wanting more. What you have though is good, really good. 3 applause for your creativity.
Thank you for the entry,
-cassidy
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Blue is the color I equate with the soul ... it only really dies if it looses hope and rots away into no color at all
Just call me Pollyanna Bluebird
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