Cerulean, maroon...
crystallized liquidity.
Gelid negotiations
compromise my head.
Crunch within mouth,
swallowed to acidity.
Colors held against sunlight,
return to former form
even as they are devoured.
Author notes
One year.
#10.
Pic Cred: Taste the Icy Rainbow by Xmoe-moeX at deviantArt.
A contest entry
- Misfortune's One-Year AP Anniversary Contest! {EXTENDED} by Misfortune.
750 points, ended August 26, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your use of language was exquisite, a totally enagaging piece that made me feel the iciness. Great write.
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What a magnificent piece of writing, how well you described without telling the reader just what this is about, that takes talent. Best to you
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AH ... I SEE ITS A SNOW CONE... I AM SILLY
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TO FORMER FORM EVEN AS THEY ARE DEVOURED I LIKED THAT LINE, BUT I AINT GOT A CLUE WHAT THIS ONE'S ABOUT LOL
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first that icy is making me hungry for one, that ain't right. lol, but secondly this is a wonderful poem, keep it flowing and congrads on the contest
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Very accomplished.
I THOUGHT NO ONE ELSE WOULD TAKE SNOW CONES. Wrong! and I learned a new word and I am so glad you wrote this stunning poem. Outstanding language and imagery. The Title, your penultimate phrase, is my favorite then "gelid negations compromise my head". Evocative of that mind numbing cold wicking up through the nose, eyes, to the brain.
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ooh you make a snow cone sound SO wonderful right now, awesome write it was wonderful! Good luck in the contest!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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I want a snow cone. heh
Nice work.
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