water curl and crash
echoes
from sound
barriers and carries
layers of shale peel
mist in twilight
tall ships
fold the earth
and disappear
coiled seashells
gather sand
white castles
crumble
darkness
plucks the eyes
from
images that sleep
A contest entry
- with a rush by Melissa Gayle.
900 points, ended October 28, 2008, 15 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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I want to take a walk on the beach and write after this piece -
very nicely done. -
Oh, and great line breaks. (;
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This poem was rather unfathomable to me...not entirely sure what this is about, but I had fun reading it.
"tall ships
fold the earth
and disappear"
Dude, how wicked is that? It's so very wicked...makes me think of paper ships and how fast things can die/go away.
Hmm, now that I think about it...it feels like a nature observational piece that relates to how impermanent life is...
Hmm.
Coolio.
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Jessica
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by gosh, I think you got it
thanks -
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! *high-5s self*
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that is a funny image
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nicely penned. three of those clappy dudes
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and in gentle southern sand
sleep is pink
shell like with ocean winds
birth is pooled
inside blue
inside green
and sunshine eyes...
C
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sweet comment
i think i might just wake up to see that -
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*smiles, if you're lucky
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