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Final Pause





The pause; ice cold fire
  The fire; a spark that breaks the cold

So we struggle through the morning
  and the crystal frosted sills,
waiting for the moment to take us home,
away from the conflicts we keep.

You breathe, and decimate me;
  the burst of a trigger's trip,
the powder that sends the bullet
through the heart that I will give.



Blood; the flow that holds our life
Love; once sworn as living's point

We would detonate here, certainly,
  if only to remove the conlficts within
because dynamite is dynamite, no matter its face,
but here with you I am short of breath.

So let the morning explode bright on us
and let the sun run its course,
from radial to radial
to eradicate this choking dust.
 

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Didn't use....Actuate, Aerate, Minion

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  • whos my humblepie
    August 1, 2008

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    wonderful

    I am happy to see that your poem has won the gold.
    this is a delight, has proven to release me from my current sadness, so happy to read this.


  • Blue Rew silver member
    July 31, 2008

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    Truly grips with emotion and impact while
    disguising the fact that a word bank was
    employed. Excellent alliteration and imagery
    to blend with the prompt. Congrats. Blue

    PS~slight typo at conflicts


  • just mercedes gold member
    July 31, 2008
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    Great!

    Beautiful flow, great images, you make it seem easy! Congratulations on the gold.


  • paulcreates silver member
    July 31, 2008
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    Congratulations on this beautifully done and flowing entry!

    Paul
    ( "dynamite is dynmaite" - sp?)


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    July 31, 2008

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    Word bank? WHAT WORD BANK? Oh my. Such a beautifully profound verse that incorporates this tricky word bank and touches on the image with genuine honesty.

    So let the morning explode bright on ME to eradicate the choking dust. After all, tomorrow is another day.

    I am tickled and delighted with this wonderful entry. Bravo dear poet. This is just what the contest ordered. Thank you for such a beautiful gem. It is perfect.

    Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela


    • Everlasting-Fallout
      August 3, 2008

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      Haha, word banks are some of my favorites, and the more difficult and obscure the words, the more I enjoy it. One of the most exciting (in my mind) that I ever did was a word bank of fifty words, words such as tangerine, morphine, kismet, darwinism, Rubicon, etc. If you'd like to read, the poem is here;

      http://allpoetry.com/poem/2474683

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