I long to be the curves
of the white owl sweeping
showing off her voice in the dusk of a November moon
or the flowers that softly breathe
letting their delicious secrets out
to every breeze that moves in between a rainbow
shifting toward the blue
I remain silent...
A contest entry
- 952 hearts by formless.
300 points, ended October 16, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Gorgeous, I always say I love the soft beauty in your writing and it never changes, you do these so perfectly. Best to you in the contest


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Love the title and the white owl thing analogy--a snowy owl, I take it?
"white owl sweeping
showing off her voice in the dusk of a November moon"
I love this, but you really should [according to me, LoL[ lose the "showing off". I mean, that's 2 gerunds in a row, and it feels unnecessary. 'sweeping' would already imply "great movement" (excuse my lame phrases) and I think it's snappier that way.
Nice personification of the flowers.
But...I think it should just be:
"or the flowers that softly breathe
their delicious secrets out"
'letting' is another unnecessary gerund.
I also think the ellipsis is unneeded since this poem is strong enough on its own.
Good luck, this rocks!
Jessica

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I went and looked at the contest.. I think you have captured the feel of that prompt perfectly in your own amazing voice!
To remain silent and feel repressed when we want to be otherwise is such a sad thing!






