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As the dew drips from fuschia hearts
in the verdant green of earth's remorse
fingers reach to gather darts
from the quiver of Cupid's source.
Threaded to the vine of life,
seekers of love hang, waiting,
dreaming of romance free from strife,
dreaming of life's restating.
The mist of man's history flies
allowing sunlight to blush awhile,
illuminating the expectant eyes,
hearts yearning for love’s first smile.
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Author notes
picture prompt contest
A contest entry
- Picture Contest/ Expression Contest by Flying Phoenix.
600 points, ended June 17, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the approach you took and the diction choosen. I can tell that you choose your words carfully. I like the flow and the stanza form. Good luck in the contest.
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Thanks for your kind comment! ~ Joyce
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