petals feel tender
in between my wrinkled hands
stained with dust and grass
pale feet crunch softly
on autumn leaves, dirt flows free
through my long fingers
eyes spot crows as they
ascend towards silver
sun, from which no warmth comes
brown vines wrap long and
wide, around a white door that
fails to be closed
your eyes seem slightly
ajar, in the failing light
of those sighing trees
auburn flows gently
with the settling of the leaves
sprinkled on the shore
persistent monarchs
travel ever onward to
to reach paradise
A contest entry
- All I Have/no trophy winners please. by piccola.
600 points, ended October 15, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was pretty sweet. The first two stanzas captured attention.
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beautiful imagery, thank you for entering
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