The proverbial trigger was pulled,
blowing the faded flower
to oblivion…..
But not before a struggle ensued
and a tiny seed escaped ,
clinging to winter’s ice cold wings,
over cloud and mountaintops flew,
a cosmic trip
to the edges of a stratosphere,
darker then any night;
Then like dynamite detonated,
the tiny seed exploded,
bleeding colors,
decimating the starless sky;
A pause……
a spark,
and from the dark womb
burst forth the faded flower’s child;
colorful point like petals
inviting the sun,
whose breasts gave it liquid light;
Eradicating the blackness…..
A contest entry
- Activate by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended July 31, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. The entire metaphor of this piece is really quite captivating and you barely notice the use of a word bank.
Such good imagery in this piece that incorporated the image and the word bank quite well.
"darker then any night;" - then should be than in this context.
This is such a good entry. Thank you so much for such a creative piece. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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This is certainly a journey worth taking.
Splendid in the telling, focused in its
imagery; I so admire the use of colour here.
One thing I did want to change in rereading:
"decimating the starless sky" to
"aerating the starless sky" as it seemed to
fit much better with the bleeding colors.
Blue
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