A flight of winged messengers,
breaks through a framed perception,
addicted yet to lost love, pondering
this sinking moment of future dreams,
while a boundless spirit travels free
as a bird, beyond Time, to touch
the finger of God.
Surrounded by incomprehensive powers,
slowly a huge raindrop falls, forms a thought,
entering her mind.
The world circle-dances mirror images,
showing her different parts
of an unmovable self.
A contest entry
- Semi - Quickie Contest 5 by Nighttime angel.
750 points, ended June 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely
I really like this poem. I still see a loss of optimism but so light.
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THis is Beautiful and the pic is wonderful as well nice write good luck
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hi, thanks for commenting. Hope you're going well
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awww wow you did lovely, and had a great pictue ^_^
great job and takecare
stephanie
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these two lines are the ones that jumped right off the page at me, "addicted yet to lost love, pondering
this sinking moment of future dreams" thats how I have felt for a long time. just never show it anymore. you did an excellent job with the prompt.. the poem it speaks for itself.
good luck
kat
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if you don't like it let me know. you have 1 more chance
kat
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