she catches stars
in her palms, until they burn
leaving holes in her fingers
there are holes in the sky
where her fingers can dangle
and there are scars
even in stars- holes and shovels.
she wants to fly.
A contest entry
- # 24 OPTIONS CONTEST (: by Walk-Free.
600 points, ended November 16, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ooo-oo-o-oo-ooo-oo (the broken down "ooh"s without the "h")
never mind.
this poem was really short, but really ehm... out of this world? seriously... like since when did stars have holes charu? i bet there's a second meaning, a hidden message to this poem. and i'm just... ooh i dont know, a little slow in catching it. it will hit me (someday). and the wait begins...
NOW!
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this is reeally abstract, in a good way. at least i understood, and quite enjoyed, this poem~~
i'm sorry i could come with you and appu today to visit ranji ):
anyway, back to the poem. i liked your description of:
"she catches stars
in her palms, until they burn
leaving holes in her fingers"
it reminds me of aanika's poem, somehow.
anyway (: GREAAAATT JOOOOOOOOB
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