Coloured crusty landscapes
are scattered
on the windscreens.
Moody moonlight
mumbles
about magic glows,
fantasises
about tomatoes’ sunset
tequila.
Pain throws ribbons
on defeated cheeks
in an hazardous dash.
Miles away you still
talk to yourself
“I must get some gas
and clean the windscreen”.
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A contest entry
- with a rush by Melissa Gayle.
900 points, ended October 28, 2008, 15 entries
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nice that was especially the ending...it added a lot of strength to the entire poem...
good luck
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I really liked this. Each line led onto the next really well. Great imagery, especially
"Moody moonlight
mumbles"
I liked the alliteration there too.
Keep writing!
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Thank you so much for the nice comment.
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The ending totally did it for me, abstract in comparison with the rest but perfect.
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Thank you so much
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