Life force uncontained by earth
Awash in endless sunset’s birth
That burgeons over the fields of praise
Firing memories of halcyon days
When life was good and never still
That bird of summers cry was shrill
When promises were almost seen
In the sound of colour in the green
Growing louder through the twilight
It burns the night, it burns the night.
A contest entry
- PHOTO PROMPT ~ #123 ~ by Roaddog Wolf.
700 points, ended October 18, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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good rhyme and flow to this finely penned poem refering to the sound of colors and the day. good write
thank you for your entry and good luck in the judging
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Another brilliant take on this beautiful picture prompt. Your lines flow with ease of rhyme and when spoken aloud a pleasure to hear the words come back to me. Thank you. Good luck in the contest. Well crafted.
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