the sunflowers are silent; their cores are blackened eyes,
or sores that grew from mama’s body and flowered,
voracious, on the white hills of her breasts
Author notes
...cornélie's son, benoit, is a stranger in his own mother's garden. "no one knows you in this place."
A contest entry
- THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDSSSS -quickie. by sailor ptolema.
1225 points, ended November 2, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i love criticism.
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Boo to you and your awesome ability with short poems
Imagery was sooo good. Congrats on the very deserved gold 
Jeanette*~
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kinky... *wink wink*
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haha yeah, five-year-old benoit is probably still in that oedipal stage
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i dont think kral oedipus ever leaves, especially not when theres sunflowers...
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yay for the gold. you are good!
helen~
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this is fabulous. it really is!
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Brilliant.
Ken
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this is beautiful
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ohhh my lord. hiraeth, you are quite the amazing writer.
I was there, in the garden.
silver.
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I'm not sure which prompt.. but damn this is awesome!
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thank you! i should go clarify the prompt in my notes; ta for the reminder!
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amazing
take on this
<33
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ta, poppet
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really?
damn
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lolzz!
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