I abandon incorrigible laws
and seek the season of the dawn frog.
Outside my window
a hummingbird winks at a cherry blossom,
hovers like an angel
and then disappears
into another dimension.
I do not allow myself
to become stranded on the slopes
of a presumptuous nation,
the crown of thorns does not cause
my brow to bleed.
For I am a child of a new renaissance,
where daffodils write poetry in the breeze
and the femininity of the moon
haunts my dreams
in delicate beauty.
A contest entry
- Personal Best: contemporary poems. by Brit-Girl.
700 points, ended August 12, 2008, 38 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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a hummingbird winks at a cherry blossom,
hovers like an angel
and then disappears
into another dimension.
absolutely beautiful imagery.
nice write!
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"the crown of thorns does not cause
my brow to bleed."
i loved that line!
the imagery and tight diction in this poem combines to make a beautiful poem and highly enjoyable read.
thanks for sharing
and thank you for your entry!


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Yes, yes. I love this poem, Marc. Simply beautiful - I can relate to this so very well... that's why I love writing the beautiful. Loved the delicate shine about this one.
~ Nicolette





