We caught fresh breezes
from mountaintops,
touched heaven
and swung
on crescent moons.
The highlights in your hair
crushed creation to dust
and with the loving
new worlds were created.
The storm came,
battering our shores,
but I couldn't withstand
the tempest.
The cream had been
skimmed from the top,
leaving a diluted
zest for fulfillment.
My toboggan,
heavy with regret,
flew off the precipice.
Author notes
Prompt #4 - landslide
A contest entry
- Be Inspired ~ Options~ by Jersene.
1500 points, ended October 17, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You paint a lovely picture with your words. I do get the feeling of a landslide. Good emotion and nice take on the prompt. Thank you for your entry
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Great poem and love what you did with the prompt--creative and the turn, excellent! Good luck in the contest!
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Great Write!!!!!
You have penned a wonderful poem on the prompt. Stunning imagery from beginning to end. A pleasure to read this morning. Take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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