Beauty with such grace,
ethereal.
Of unknown provenance,
celestial.
Her feet started to walk,
I was entranced,
How she waltz and glide like the swan.
I was about to ask her name,
but then she trips,
oh poor lady...
Author notes
I entered this contest of not knowing what the prompt is, so when it appeared, I was thinking weird things and something humorous...
and I hope that it humor you a bit...
A contest entry
- **Quickie** August 7th 2008 by OnceUponAMind.
300 points, ended August 12, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Make me Cry. ... One way or another
Comments
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Hehe, yes, I totaly understand - I know the picture is a bit off beat, but you did a nice job
Thanks for entering (and sorry it's taken so long to judge being a quickie and all...)
Amber
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i especially liked the lines Of unknown provenance,
celestial.
good luck -
hehe.... Nice take on the prompt.
I found this refreshing.
Best of luck in the contest.
Delila
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