She seemed to come from the water,
Silver key in hand
I saw no foot or limb
To help her on the land.
Her hair was with no tangle,
Her skin as smooth as cream.
Her eyes the colour of the rising sun
She seemed to be a dream.
She had a dress of finest silk,
The water seemed not to soak her,
She was gazing into the depths
Now I guess she was just a dreamer.
And I am but a dream.
Author notes
Trapped by manips-of-artist2. Give them credit, peeps.
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 25 by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended November 18, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I have no question for you.
Comments
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Ahh dreams... sometimes we have to have them, somtimes they just disappear. Nice write.
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NIce flow in this piece. and the ending line really wrapped up the poem...good luck~
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A very nice take on the picture, tis good to have dreams. Thanks for entering and good luck
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Woo Hoo
Nice!! great rhyme. I may have to pullout of the contest.
Joe
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