when the white shroud comes
the ancient trees grow old-man beards-
seven songs tangle in their bones,
promises aligned to hardened
marrow
a burning eye removed my wisest roots
come the withering
how shall I carry my age.
In a list
A contest entry
- first frost by AJ Morelli.
2700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 28 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think (Critical Honesty Appreciated)
Comments
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that first image is exquisite ...one to envy actually...
love the way this makes me see time, and other things too
congrats....
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Beautifully done, congratulations!!!
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wonderful piece, a contender for sure...
al -
damn... like rob says...I wanna write like you if I grow up.
love this
mal
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Your imagery is excellent...I can see both frost, and the withering of age. Enjoyed!
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Wow,
I see gold.
Joe
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"seven songs tangle in their bones,
promises aligned to hardened
marrow"
love this piece
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love the seven songs tangled in bones.. the spiritual tone to that
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I wanna write like you if I grow up.
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A sentiment and question that is constantly burning within my aging body . . . love the tree imagery, stunning.
Marc
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i like this, loved it even! the mellow tone to it really made it interesting to me. well done and much love and respect.
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You are beautiful. Full of a touch of sorrow too.
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C
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There's nothing to be critically honest about to be frank. Lol. I love the wording and the images it creates. Marvellous stuff.
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with searing insight
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Oh hush.
Besides - I didn't see any question mark ... did you?
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it's behind you!
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