Lament; stars cloak eye golden mist,
heather blooms it’s essence pleasant
kiss, caresses heart.
Butterflies observe withering complexion,
feathered leaves sway, tears of ashes.
Moon opaque shadows, resting song echo’s,
white rose opens her hands, grasp red rose.
Last star falls, ice shimmers dim light.
Angelic choir of humming birds stop harps,
dewy soil, buds tiny emerald seed.
Rainbow of colours re-paints blank canvas.
A contest entry
- The Mystery Title Prompt Contest by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended December 16, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This piece reminds me greatly of Autumn falling into winter and spring arising from it. The imagery here is very beautiful.
Good write.
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Beautiful imagery! I loved the lines;
'Butterflies observe withering complexion,
feathered leaves sway, tears of ashes.'
Flowing and dreamy.
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Thank you
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This poem is absolutely amazing. You did a fantastic job with this masterpiece. This is definitely worth a trophy. The imagery in this was brilliant it's as though I was there and the depth of this is deeper than the deepest well. Best of luck to you in the contest I hope that you win. This most definitely deserves it.
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I really worked hard on this one has to be my fav, I am so glad you liked it as much as I did hope that's not a bad thing to love my own poetry.
Anyway thank you so much
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Tis Great
You have done great as always, I can only say that I love your poetry, it is always wonderfull, you have painted a most wonderful picture, Love John
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Thank you
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Your title prompt is No.30:
"Slipping In The Sunshine"
Could you please give me your username so that I may mark your chosen number as taken please?
Many, many thanks.
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