I dreamt in cluttered thoughts,
awake
but hardly breathing.
I could shuffle no shadows
in the shiftlessness of shades
that part themselves meekly
without a sound at all.
It's catching on-
the timber of personification
that echoes thoughtfully
back to me.
I am a constant apparition,
that counts the footsteps
in the leaves
that mark the paths
to windowpanes.
You should probably know
that I'm barely
waiting.
Author notes
Autumn, under twenty-lines, without adjectives
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear you anyway
A contest entry
- Autumn by crivanea.
300 points, ended October 4, 2008, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE GOLD SHORTS 1 by Swan song.
2000 points, ended October 18, 2008, 43 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Impressive piece. I can see why it has already snagged a couple of shiny gold trophies!! Nice write.
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Wow This is a read again poem and I will
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! impressive..first poem i read...and i expected a lot worse..lol..very nice..good job on following the rules..lovely poem..
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Lol, thank you so much!!!
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this is a nice poem
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