Nebula meets nebula
formed and rotated
beyond comprehension
freedoms deepen
grow
and believe in the magic
of stardust on angel wings.
Silence meets questions
when colors melt
in rainbow form
or blister oils in puddles
balancing on the expanse of universe
and the melody of infinitesimal.
Author notes
Image courtesy of contest holder
A contest entry
- PIF Merci! by Age of Rain.
1000 points, ended September 3, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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nice title, love that word. And the poem rocked simplicity and just made the beauty of your words shine through. I loved this!
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GreenHrtPaleMoon
Thank you so much for the honor of bronze in your contest and your wonderful comment on this piece. I am so pleased you enjoyed it.
Thank you again. 
~Pamela 
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This is dreamy
but in a way non romantic, more like floating through a tiny network of veins and vessels, a mircoscopic
being traveling through a bold unknown, yet amazing universe! great job my friend!
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Spaced well
"Nebula meets nebula" and "the melody of infinitesimal" are fine lines framing this free verse poem hanging there in the blankness of space.
"grow" in your context has very significant meaning in this, our rapidly expanding universe.
Best wishes.
Ron. 
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very good
A very apt take on the prompt.
Silence meets questions
when colors melt
in rainbow form....
I loved these lines the most.
congrats!
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Very nice Pam
Still like rhyme better.
Jim
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It's beautiful. Thanks for the trip.
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