Golden rays pick out flaws, bring them to the surface,
as the sun rises and cascades along the horizon many-hued.
A desolate wasteland often forgotten is shown its true colors
it so often tries to hide in nightshade, grey, black, and blued.
Echoes creak off fallen canyons resting on the dust of yesterday,
where once was a beauty of grandeur and now lies in malcontent.
Listen to the wind's great roar as she flies across the surface,
where rain dries in one final sigh, drained of purity and innocence.
This picture of a forgotten time and place lingers in no-one's mind,
but is washed clean by sunlight, remembered in God's eyes.
A contest entry
- PIF Photo Prompt ~ #92 ~ this is to PIF I won gold in Penmans contest by Roaddog Wolf.
650 points, ended July 12, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Loved it! It made me feel sorry for the judge having to toss up between you & first place.
Echoes creak off fallen canyons resting on the dust of yesterday,
where once was a beauty of grandeur and now lies in malcontent.
You have added beauty to the picture and I congratulate you on that.
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Marvelous penning you have offered of your talent in this write, good flow and just brilliant images described in this piece. Truly a pleasure to read and ponder, good write
thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest
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i can't think of what i could say here that will best express that effort of this poem, mainly i don't know how to say i like it, creatively that is, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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