Gardeners of speakeasy seed
pleasing cloud's breeze
over bottled reality.
Neutralization passed out-
an empty bar stool spun
to squeak out conversation.
Serene squeals sold wisdom
at five dollars a shot;
bang, all contenders hit the floor.
A twitch of nose and flicker
of tongue, came about one
whose doubt, less forgotten.
The crowded scene, an ocean, but
four evil eyes peer into souls
destined to partake in rituals.
A knife, the heart; the life, a start ...
Proclaim that which is yours,
the resound beat, palpitating
to my biorhythmic consort.
Author notes
No novels.
No chat speak.
Plain backgrounds only.
Left align.
Come, make me happy!
A contest entry
- Calling All Abstract Poets!!!! by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended August 3, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very intricate piece of abstract detail. Great use of imagery and metaphor, nicely penned.
"Proclaim that which is yours,
the resound beat, palpitating
to my biorhythmic consort."
These lines most especially... Thank you for your entry!!!
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Wowzers~
Wowzers this is so out of my League
I inhale and nod~ Love the words- Serene squeels
also bottled reality
Excellent take on the prompt-
which is just what You stated in the AC
Yep Yep~ slept with my Dictionary
Proud of it too
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Bah. For you -
I would kill all colours.
Trust me, would make your poems less painful.
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