Silver dollars spin and dance,
the sparkling embers of romance.
Spinning with a silver whirl,
like icecream or a faded girl;
while in the boneyard of the night,
I try to fly a broken kite.
So while you figure that one out,
I think I'll go and fish for trout.
This poem is ended, so therefore I
must go to bed and learn to fly.
A contest entry
- The Art Of Words by Poetess12.
2400 points, ended October 14, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is an art of words. You did a great job on your poem.
Thanks for your entry.
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I like it.
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What wondrous wordplay!
Made me giggle, this one. Loved the title too.
Clever one, you.
Love
Myra
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nice job. A bit confusing but I guess that's the point of the contest. good luck!!!
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A Whimsical Wonder!
Your catchy little ditty is bright, cheerful, and irreverant. I enjoyed reading it!
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