Salty winds taste like
delicate flowers on fields
of sulfur;
sweeping me away like dust
across polished wood floors
I feel the warm embrace-
a plethora of musical notes
clinging to my body as a leaf
holds to a tree.
Free strands of hair billow
out like a cape to my mind-
swirling in time to the push
and pull of majestic waves before
me.
Forceful breezes carry tunes
from strange lands; caressing
my frame in every crevice
'till no visible part
of me hasn't succumbed to
the beauty...
Author notes
Picture: dry wind by `foureyes
A contest entry
- You by Demington.
850 points, ended September 3, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love him ♥
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I could feel the breeze and smell the ocean life through your words. The pic is wonderful!
Poesy
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This is a stunning write. Great job!
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gorgeous write!
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I must say, you and I are a lot alike through our words. I absolutely adore the picture, not the one you have posted, but the one you have created with your immense vocabulary. Plethora is one of my favorite words. I also am in love with your screen name. This is lovely.
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wow,wow,wow! this is a deep piece! i like it! i especially enjoyed the final stanza and the last line. You are a superb poet, and i'm gonna add u as a fave.
-lol, pb fudge
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It feels like peeking into your diary, it's very intimate, at least hits me that way for some reason. Striking.
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A very expressive poem that really establishes a powerful scene, almost aromatic in that reading it feels like breathing deeply.
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Great job! Finalist!
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Thank you! And I made some minor changes as well. :]
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Wonderful...the second time around...still just as powerful...
Like a moutain falling with only a muted whisper.
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