We were spider webs from sky;
grass through our veins,
and summer leaves for eyes.
Born into nature,
but breaking apart from Earth.
Sprouting feet,
our flesh became moss,
dampened into mud
where weedy stems bloom.
We were the color of life,
harvested into every seam.
A contest entry
- Poetry Charades: Colors by Bitter Irony.
450 points, ended September 6, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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original take on the prompt . . congrats on the trophy
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Beautiful natural imagery! I'm guessing your color is green!
Thanks for entering the contest, and good luck!
~Bitter Irony
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just breath taking.
i love love love nature poems but i usually get sick of seeing those same analogys, but here you have something truley fantastic
"Sprouting feet,
our flesh became moss,
dampened into mud
where weedy stems bloom."
by far my favorite part
thank you for sharing !
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