a dozen lying in the gallery
in diffuse and milky pre-dawn light
all bathed in pastel shadowed hues
I strolled, my fingers touching, stroking
each dreaming face and gentle thigh
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A contest entry
- 30 Words by Dalaney.
600 points, ended July 6, 2008, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very interesting. But short and sweet. Very nice job. I really enjoyed reading this. Since it was short it kept my attention! haha It really truly deserved that silver trophy. You are very talented, I hope to read more from you. Keep on writing, until you can't no more!
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~Make Peace, Not War~
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A moment of mysterious play of light into what is real and what is not... like snap shots, that make us smile at their image.
Congratulations on the silver.
Marlene -
your sensuality and poetic touch will always be welcomed here...love, lane
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You're back.
You aren't supposed to touch the paintings! Ah perhaps it was your own gallery.
Lisa
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