Invisible armies of spiders sneeze their egocentric power, on a
nihilistic country, swayed in a yawless universe;
just the wind hears the dryed teeth, full of petrified structures.
Now un-feet, the lonely eye works on microscopic level,
until the strings gather into cordial harmonies.
The vibrations of life only steal their own beauty.
Author notes
Picture Inspired. Picture: My lost jewels By Floranda on Deviant art
50-70 words.
concerning a fear for dehumanizering
Nevel
Amaranthine Lover
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From October 2008 by amaranthine lover.
1550 points, ended November 22, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like your word choice here.
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thank you
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why did you take this out I wasn't done judging yet?
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Why does the wind come from the East?
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this is wow bro really really really good
i love you
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Thanks sis, I think you are one of the few who really understand the poem. I love you too
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Outstanding
This is a strong poem, very modern - with some excellent imagery and unexpected use of language.I especially liked the line:
until the strings gather into cordial harmonies
Best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you.....really appreached! I must say I have red a lot of Sylvia Plath, and try now to experienced with imagery, without copying, seaching for my own style, the possibilities of imagery, without violating the sanity of the poem.
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Beautifully done
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