Come with me, she insists;
in no more than a sigh.
In brilliance-
she whispers the night;
fallen, with dyed leaves.
The sway of her body
parallels the flow of oceans,
winding over the horizon.
Mystified-she'll take you
to depths of those endless eyes.
paralyzed against her touch,
resting almost within your soul.
She dances
-A breeze-
across the Harvest moon.
A contest entry
- Autumn Gypsy by Lavender Butterfly.
450 points, ended October 4, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
425 points, ended December 27, 2008, 86 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is stunning but you have exceeded the 20 word limit... x
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it has been a while since your words have danced in the depths of my mind, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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This is such a beautiful interpretation of the prompt but I think the host asked for 20 words only
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Yes I guess she did.
Thank you very much for your nice comment. I will work on this now.
Amy
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