Emerald carpet
columning behind
as seats on rails,
whistles by,
lungs aroma
sensing earth's essence,
green ballerina
catch my eye,
transgressing soul
into a world of nature,
locked away in buildings
and cemented landscape.
Smile creeps
on this hug by Mother.
A contest entry
- Individual Prompts.... by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended November 4, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Nice write.
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Thanks dear
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I think so many of us spend so much time locked away in those cemeted landscapes and need more time to breathe in mother nature! Lovely write!
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yup..done all too often!
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"Landscape"
Let me know if that works for you, otherwise I can give you another
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hmmm..I think I can make this work..
Hope you are doing well...
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