When the last trace of pink leaves the sky,
Last petals withering,
~ too shy to meet
The first star shining high,
Dreams ascend..
Decking the crown of the sleeping queen.
A contest entry
- 30 Words Never Sounded So Beautiful. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended July 6, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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amazing
i really enjoyed the subtle flow of this poem. the last line mysteriously grabs hold and draws me to read yet again.
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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A lovely write. Heartfelt. Whimsical. Good imagery, flow and tone. Lovely depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives. Good word choice, alliteration and nice assonance. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.
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