She plucks a flower. Stargazing,
she leaves untouched both Daisy, and Violet.
Her youthful sashay has become rusty.
Moving from place to place now
a bone dance of necessity, rather than
a chance to move to life's jazz,
that humble tune played note by note.
Ominous, on a xylophone made of granite.
Her heart once brazen and bold,
is just a pebble smooth burgundy window,
revealing the imminent and intimate.
Her grace-full hands, never still,
shaking, but willing to give autographs.
Able to wave hello and goodbye simultaneously,
as she flashes her Braggadocio smile.
A contest entry
- Word Bank for Your Enjoyment by Judith Chandler.
600 points, ended September 4, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for a challenging and interesting contest. I enjoyed it. I am honored by receiving gold. Congratulations to the other winners!
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I really enjoyed this. I wasn't expecting to get any submissions in this contest that deal with life and all that.
Her youthful sashay has become rusty.
Moving from place to place now
a bone dance of necessity.
Impressive lines that touched me.
Thank you for your submission.
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