its my last flight
my last day
up to the stars
i leave you behind
but only in body
and not mind
your heart is near me
and your spirit
clings to me
as morning dew
on a lonley grass blade
time fights on
and i shall return
wounded or not
i will always be
the same
A contest entry
- One Last Time *****with a pic inspiration***** by rainyday woman.
875 points, ended June 13, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I enjoyed your piece very much and I know you are sitting there thinking "Yes,but..." The only problem I have with it in no way took away from how I judged them. Some of us who wear glasses have problems with a busy back-ground, I'm sure AP didn't think too much about that when they put this one in the choices. Still I do like the piece and again thank you for entering.
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nice poem
hope of the return of the dew to the grass nice imagery and feeling.
good luck in the contest.
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