The pathos vine leans against the tree
to climb toward the heavens
Leaves ever larger til
the topmost ones
hold themselves like
hands cupped
collecting
all the goodness
from the sun.
A contest entry
- You by Demington.
850 points, ended September 3, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I am grateful for you, fellow poet :)
Comments
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This poem is refreshing and, despite its brevity of length, quite fulfilling on the imagery end of things.
But I suppose then it has been said that brevity is the soul of wit. I like this poem very much.
Well done and thank you very much for gracing us with your entry.
Blessing,
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I think that you did a great job with this poem goodluck to you in the contest much love always I send be well
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oooh the image is so strong and vivid. I love how you turn the leaves into hands, and what they are cupping is the sun- that was a spin as I instantly imaginged them cupping rain. Very nicely done.


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Thank you very much
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