within reach of every hand
there needs to be
an orchid
where the woodlands
stand
and the language of the bud
inspires
it is the fragile blossom that opens in the artless canvas
we call progress
Author notes
Asphalt is the prompt.
A contest entry
- Asphalt by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended November 13, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Oh, yes!
A worthy winner here. I loved the metaphor,
ambiguity, and euphemism of this.
A glory presentation. Congrats!
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Fantastic! So much said in this cameo of words. Very deserving of the gold trophy. Congratulations.
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Wow is about all I can say.
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Yes, yes...I definitely see the budding beauty, opening its petals to the urban scene, mindful to approach with caution, but never dim its effects...
The language and imagery is beautiful...so glad for the orchid...for a rose dies quicker, wilts so tragically, but the fresh fragrance, the exotic flare matches your personality well...or at least your 'poetic voice.'
"It is the fragile blossom that opens in the artless canvas
we call progress..."
If referring to the flower here, I don't entirely feel the 'fragile' would be the best word...for such beauty a flower is...and the 'pain' that is must undergo has to take strength...strength to blossom the next day. Good luck in the contest!
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Oh this is truly beautiful! What an array of imagery you have in this! Gorgeous
All the best in the contest!
Gaylene
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Fantastic!
This shows for sure. A lovely
artful drop of 'everything'!
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Your metaphoe is always so flawless in every write, you make me so envious dear kindred. If I had as much talent in my little finger I would be a happy girl. Best to you in the contest
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