Like fate slowly seeping,
We paddled with leaks
‘round islands
of cedar
over open waters
of birds and prey.
Cumulus creations painted
thick upon the bluest canvas
of a child’s wonder.
Thunder echoed off sunshine
that danced through the rain
of placid reflections.
Moments
etch
memories;
just as words reveal poems…
I want the world to hear
When I laugh
And cry,
When I set in motion
momentum
that will be
every bit of tomorrow
it was today.
A contest entry
- Critiques by Melissa Gayle.
1650 points, ended September 4, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is pure...
a magical day that has already been
tucked into a memory's treasure chest.
I admire the way each detail is placed
with colour and an elevated sense of
mystical. The images are gorgeous! Blue
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Moments etch memories, - paddling with leaks.
Beautiful, pure, and wonderfully real as it will be every bit of tomorrow as it was today.
Thank you for a magnificent rainbow. Tomorrow is here. ~Pamela 
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This is a sweet piece. I do think the lines and stanzas need to be played with a bit, some of the stand alones really don't feel like they need to stand alone.
Still all in all a good piece
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