Moonlight draps microscopic small religions;
their incipiently blue-prints still designed by air.
White-foamed lashs on a horse-back sculpture a reminder.
Like a giant amoebe through the curtains of Time,
she patiently swims where all life begins and ends.
Meanwhile in her heated womb, a spiderweb connects all stars.
Demolition of sky-splitting bravudas trancend to new rune-signs.
Author notes
Option #B. Picture is from photobucket.
30-60 words.
A contest entry
- Anyone Up For A Morning Quickie?? HUH?? by Sweet Impatience.
850 points, ended September 6, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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WOW
this is absolutely breath taking. I love this poem so much. you did an Fantastic job with it.
good luck in the contest.
kat
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Beautifully done !!!!! Best of luck in the contest
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